[Intro]
You know I’m a lil’ swaz
You know I’m a lil’ wavy
Aye
It’s Yung Shakur and we got the studio at home
So run that back
Yeah
Woo
For sure
Yeah

[Chorus]
Oh my God
I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit
I'm too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
Oh my God
I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit
I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold

[Verse 1]
Oh my God
Time to make a change
Tryna change the game
It’s a lot

Do you feel my pain
Stories stay the same
[And I rock

Just like Kurt Cobain
Feel like Michael Caine
When I drop

Out the fucking the building
Cuz’ I feel no pain
In my sock

Is where I keep my food
It’s for me not you
You better sit

In that fucking chair
You don’t really care
Bro that’s a myth

Boy you better shh
Don’t know why we acting
Innocent

We the baddest niggas
Nobody here messing
With my clique

Said you wanna fight
Why you acting like
A pussio

Got no fucking time
Everyday I’m in
The studio

Feel like OVO
Cuz’ these hidden hills
Is where I go

And I run the show
Feel my vibe
I know you feel my flow

Grew up on my own
"Daddy never came back
From the store"

We was never rich
Niggas used to tell me
I was poor

Now I’m repping it
Sauce I’m stepping in
Yeah of course

Used to be a bitch
Now nobody messing with Shakur

[Chorus]
I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit

I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
Oh my God

I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit

I'm too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
Oh my God

I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit

I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
Oh my God

I’m too fucking cold
I’m too fucking cold
For this shit

I’m too fucking cold

[Verse 2]
Oh my God
Tryna be a man
Made like 50 grand
It’s a joke

Do you understand
Need a helping hand
Before you choke

On this fucking dick
And the words you said you never spoke

But you fucking did
Better wash your dirty mouth with soap

Too much disrespect
When I put your girl right on her knees

Blaming triple X
Praying that his soul should Rest In Peace

Watch me rep the set
Every day you pree me on the scene

Molly Percocets
There’s no sliding back like Billie Jean

There’s no side effects
When you seen the things you never seen

Why you feeling chest
Nigga better raise your self esteem

You can’t be the best
Don’t know why you trying to be me

I’ve been thinking less
Only time I’m scared is in my dreams

Run in AF1’s
I don’t even care about the crease

Clean it when I’m home
Then I get my paycheque in a week

No we never fold
We the baddest niggas in the scene

No we never ghost
We the baddest niggas on the streets