Fears

[Intro] Yo, KOBK the murder gang Shit Free Tune, That's my bro Yo, I'm the fucking coldest [Verse: 1] In the hood trying to make it out So what the fuck they mad about? Rappers in my city don't want me to make a route Jackers gon' jack so I'm prepared to take 'em out Baby's on the way and I ain't got a dime Just a choppa to my name and these books of rhymes All alone in a room with this crooked mind Watching rappers' videos knowing I can take their shine Calm, tell me be patient, and take my time I been struggling too long now I'm takin' mine What good is being hot if nobody notice? That in a room full of rappers I'm the fucking coldest [Hook] Only, tells me some things I don't wanna know And I can't Tells me some things I don't wanna know (I'm the fucking coldest) No I can't [Verse: 2] Mind over matter but the matter is The fact that we live with no time to give Our fam, we throwing money at our kids They be starving for knowledge and I can see their ribs No ambition for college, they sitting at the crib Selling drugs, probably be the next getting killed On the block, there's 30 more just like 'em I don't bond til those crackers come a reindict 'em Chain smoking blunts, now they searching for a title That you earned in the hood cause you shot a rifle Guns make niggas feel tall like the Eiffel Til somebody shoot 'em down and their body stiffle Fuck a magazine, you need to read a Bible Wicked preacher steal money for his own survival Or maybe I'm just taking notice That in a room full of rappers I'm the fucking coldest [Hook]