Cold - HD, Bandaide

4 in the morning and we still up

And we ain’t going in till we banked up

Red lights on the black and white

But niggas out here dying tryna live that life

And when we trapping them bands, you know we do it right

On the road to success, sipping the dirty sprite

And we’ll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right

And we’ll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right

And if you scared go to church

I prayed to the Game God but it didn’t work

4 in the morning and we still up

Scared to death of losing tryna get it up

Keep the music down, check the rearview

Where I’m from a red light’ll be the death of you

Smoking snorting sipping popping numb the pain

I lose another nigga I’ma go insane

Soft off-white coke on a dope plate

I’m outside strapped down grinding in the rain

We got that Pat Sajak, bring the fortune back

I got that Bob Barker white, if the price is right

And I swore that I wouldn’t go back to selling

That same shit that had my mama selling my game gifts

Just for a base hit, now they got me back on my

Basics, back in the kitchen whipping this cake mix

Nigga back to the yayo, something that I swore I

Wouldn’t sell, but I’m back to the pyrex, arm and hammer and a

Scale, I’m back to the baggies I’m back to the knocks, the

Block, I’m back where it started, back to running from the

Cops, I’m back to this bullshit chasing chicken in the

Chicken shit, when you chasing chicken for your lawyer fees and

Lawyer ?, so I’ma keep chasing till my money stretch

Or my feet blister or your price is right mister

Holla, at me, B, nigga

(Hook)

I’m tryna get this shit up, ain’t going home tonight

I get it in all day, be trapping all night

Born trife, I’m motivated to get it

Never thought I’d see the day I put Boonts on back of my fitted

You know that I stay with it, on my hip I keep a Nia Long

Get it out a bitch or talk chicken through a microphone

Don’t matter, either way I’m putting on

I’m still gunning for Lik and popping off for Stone

Tell them niggas hold on, I ain’t finished yet

Niggas on that internet-banging get the mini-Tek

If you talking bout chicken I’m all in

Live life like no tomorrow, wake up and do it again

It’s the 1

I grew up in the hood where every block got a brother

A sinner, I eat a nigga face just for dinner

Locked up no Jadakiss, got killers on D-Block

When it’s trife in the hood I push sheetrock

Heavy when I Chris Rock, Killuminati 2Pac

You know Lil Rod gon shoot if he see a opp

Bearfaced we the MOB, hit us if you need a job

I’m turnt up, got a cup of that Young Screw

Still trapping, Hoodstar like young Scoot

Look in my eyes, that’s pain staring at you

The homie do bad, I toss a four lateral

Mix the coke with the baking soda that’s compatible

Thank you

(Hook)

Still getting free bands, why you niggas hating on me?

Got my main bitch in the bed waiting on me

Four in the morning, still up trapping

Got my lil nigga with me and he trigger happy

Lost a lot of niggas to the street life

Got some niggas in the pen facing 25

I’m damn near dozing when I’m getting high

So I’ma keep sipping till I catch a nod

Two whole zannies in a two liter

And I been a young felon, you niggas misdemeanors

I met G-Dirty off in Santa Rita

Now I’m posted all night, strapped with the nina

Knocks keep blowing up my trap phone

If you ain’t talking bout chicken hear the dial tone

Still out rocking for my nigga Stone

First nigga on the block, catch me early morn'

(Hook)