Night Lovell - Still Cold (Hayit Murat remix 2024)

Still checkin' at the place, still cold
Movin' in a way, no place, no snow
Straight chillin' with my niggas that shiver
Thinkin' 'bout the sun, lay thoughts on the river
Move back, nigga, move back, nigga
Fake Jordan-ass, whack-ass bitch nigga
I come packed with eleven damn shots
I claim this city and I take your spot
Stay thinkin' 'bout a white one
Thinkin' 'bout a bright Sun
That I changed straight from the dark shit
No, take when I'm playin' with the black gun, nigga
You ain't never been a god since the last run
No stats in a place that show
A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe
Track, track to the place back, back, nigga
Tell me that I'm like a nigga but my flow sicker (Flow sicker, flow sicker)

[Bridge]
Callin', callin'
Callin', I'm callin'
Callin', callin'
Callin', shit, yeah

Dressed like a motherfuckin' god when I reach the spot (Shit!)
Niggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!)
Change ways, niggas, no truth, no plot
Fuck a white brand, no top, no spot
Chase all day till the darts in the back
But my niggas fuck bitches in the back of the cab
Claim riches but a nigga been whack
Never talk, boy, with your fake ass stack
Cash, cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash, nigga
When I throw that shade, catch, catch, nigga
Last time when I talked to a man
Well, shit, run quick, slash, slash for the neck, nigga
Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show
Please don't try, never show my pack
Bitch, don't cry, just move that tech
That's trash, thought I'd never really say this
Caught my music on my ex-bitch playlist
Bitches say, "613, that's the greatest"
But I never see no niggas ever famous
Facts, boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy
Ten fake Bape hoodies face ass boy
Know I tell these niggas that I never do shit
But my thoughts never sick
So I'm never not slick, nigga, nigga
Watch me leave this place you stay
Think about the fault you made
Change the fuckin' shit you say
I may be back another day (Day, day, day)