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cold 187um - in god we trust lyrics

[intro: cold 187um]
yeah!
i don’t really fuck with snitches, man
they like dog shit on the bottom of my gators, man
what the fuck i’m gonna do with that?
absolutely nothing
that’s why it’s only god i trust
yeah!
woo!
this is real shit, man
listen, line’s up

[verse 1: cold 187um]
i done ??? life
i done stared in the eyes of the beast
thinking how the fuck they indicted me
but loose lips ain’t chips
translating niggas quick to run they mouths like a bitch
doing a whole lot of pill talking
thinking with they small head, using no precaution
yeah, it happens more than often
all i can do is pray for they mama when she pick out they coffin
i took the 41 months to the facе
and all the time and the pеople i lost can never be replaced
the other fool took a dirt nap
bottom line, niggas in the d never tolerate rats
see, that’s the nature of the business i mean
only a few can relate, understand, or comprehend
cause it’s real as fuck
and you don’t get to live after the director yell cut
[hook: kokane]
in god we trust
break down that brick
i’m real quick in doing these
in god we trust
but the life i live can’t get you care for that cheese
in god we trust
so when i have a cookie, move on up to them keys
in god we trust
i’m just a hustler, and it’s really not what it seems to be

[verse 2: cold 187um]
i done lived like a savage most of my life
sold coke and weed, ran with pimps and thieves
some say it’s a badge of honor
when i look back i was blind like ray charles and stevie wonder
went and roamed, do what the romans do
rape, pillage, and kill
sip syrup and pop pills
meditate the kids, disrespect the old
assassinate the truth that the ancestors told
now we back in the hood of the new good
crabs in the barrel, stirring down the barrel
and the police don’t give a fuck still
they’ll hit you with some hot ones and cover up the whole ordeal
ha, that’s why i think like a psychopathic
and usually the outcome is tragic
how else can i live through the madness?
barbaric, living like a savage
[hook: kokane]

[verse 3: cold 187um]
i done spent most of my life trying to figure it out
graduated high school straight to the dope house
from the era where hope was a crutch
dreams of being small+faced and levi’s and fila’s
catching felonies like the coming cold
and 80% of the hustlers followed the code
big money make the honey stay in order
mass artillery, enemies get slaughtered
pulling up at something european
draped out with a bad bitch looking black and asian
never had the right persuasion to get out the situation
niggas so thick you can smell the hatred
yeah, and keep a hustler motivated
keep a prayer trump+type rocking gucci’s and gators
yeah, a little bit from the old and the new
i thought y’all motherfuckers knew

[hook: kokane]

- cold 187um lyrics

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