Still Cold / Pathway Private lyrics

[Part I: Still Cold]

[Intro]
Yo, you already know, guys, 613
We reppin' it still
Yo, me and Lovell, we go way back in time, szeen?
Yo, you already know
I took the 96, we do it all day
Ball is life from time
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Still checkin' at the place, still cold
Movin' in a way, no place, no snow
Straight chillin' with my n*ggas that shiver
Thinkin' 'bout the sun, lay thoughts on the river
Move back, n*gga, move back, n*gga
Fake Jordan-ass, whack-ass b*tch n*gga
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 sh*t
No, take when I'm playin' with the black gun, n*gga
You ain't never been a god since the last run
No stats in a place that show
A lot of n*ggas tell me that I never really owe
Track, track to the place back, back, n*gga
Tell me that I'm like a n*gga but my flow sicker (Flow sicker, flow sicker)
[Bridge]
Callin', callin'
Callin', I'm callin'
Callin', callin'
Callin', sh*t, yeah

[Verse 2]
Dressed like a motherf*ckin' god when I reach the spot (sh*t!)
n*ggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (sh*t!)
Change ways, n*ggas, no truth, no plot
f*ck a white brand, no top, no spot
Chase all day till the darts in the back
But my n*ggas f*ck b*tches in the back of the cab
Claim riches but a n*gga been whack
Never talk, boy, with your fake ass stack
Cash, cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash, n*gga
When I throw that shade, catch, catch, n*gga
Last time when I talked to a man
Well, sh*t, run quick, slash, slash for the neck, n*gga
Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show
Please don't try, never show my pack
b*tch, don't cry, just move that tech
That's trash, thought I'd never really say this
Caught my music on my ex-b*tch playlist
b*tches say, "613, that's the greatest"
But I never see no n*ggas ever famous
Facts, boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy
Ten fake Bape hoodies face ass boy
Know I tell these n*ggas that I never do sh*t
But my thoughts never sick
So I'm never not slick, n*gga, n*gga
Watch me leave this place you stay
Think about the fault you made
Change the f*ckin' sh*t you say
I may be back another day (Day, day, day)
[Part II: Pathway Private]

[Verse]
From the Northside
You started some, like, some cold sh*t
And we run it
Like, no more of that game stuff, like
I'm done with that