Tazzum - Cold Lyrics

Mr. Morix Made A Beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Diamonds dancin' on my neck, but my soul's shiverin
Stackin' paper, but the streets still whisperin
Ghetto throwin' marble floors, but the chill ain't gone
Designer drip, but the pain still wearin' on
Champagne showers, but my demons thirst for mo'
In this concrete jungle, tryna sell the skull (cold)
Foreign whips, bad bitches, life in a fast lane
But the void in my chest, it won't fade away
Chasin' the green like a fiend for the fix
Burned by the hustle, but I still take the risk (cold)
Cold in the sun, A hustler's paradox (cold)
Ice on my grill, but my heart's locked (cold)
Trapped in this game, tryna find my escape (cold)
Lost in the shadows where the streets leave their mark (cold)
Cold in the sun, A hustler's paradox (cold)
Ice on my grill, but my heart's locked (cold)
Trapped in this game, tryna find my escape (cold)
Lost in the shadows where the streets leave their mark (cold)
They see the ice, the cash, the street cred
But they don't know the scars, the battles bled
From the slums to the top, I clawed my way up
But the crown sits heavy-filled with a bitter cup (cold)
The streets whisper tales of pouring down power
But the price of the game can leave you devoured
Caught in a trap, chasin' the mirage
In this concrete jungle, the odds always stack
Cold in the sun, A hustler's paradox (cold)
Ice on my grill, but my heart's locked (cold)
Trapped in this game, tryna find my escape (cold)
Lost in the shadows where the streets leave their mark (cold)
Money ain't everything, but ease is the sting
Of a life lived on the edge, with dangers aflame
But the price of success, a toll on my soul
Trapped in a cycle, chasin' the gold
I see the envy in their eyes, the hunger for more
But they don't know the sacrifices, the battles I fought
The nights I've cried, the demons I faced
In this game of life, where nothing's embraced
Cold in the sun
Cold in the sun, A hustler's paradox (cold)
Ice on my grill, but my heart's locked (cold)
Trapped in this game, tryna find my escape (cold)
Lost in the shadows where the streets leave their mark (cold)
I'm a product of the streets, molded by the fire
My resilience is a weapon, a burning desire
Rise above the odds, to break the chains
To show the world that a hustler's heart still remains
I see the envy in their eyes, the hunger for more
But they don't know the sacrifices, the battles I fought
The nights I've cried, the demons I faced
In this game of life, where nothing's embraced
Cold in the sun
Cold in the sun, A hustler's paradox (cold)
Ice on my grill, but my heart's locked (cold)
Trapped in this game, tryna find my escape (cold)
Lost in the shadows where the streets leave their mark (cold)
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