Heart of Cold

[Verse 1: The Cool Quest] Someone stand up Someone get this nigga like the clan's up In Alabama, 1959 banter Old school jammer, bumping a lot of Nas stuff Nowadays I be in parties, white girls getting their lines up Coke, no Cola as the world's getting colder Wild ways I see us tarnish our lives up Split a dutch, toss guts, it's an art how we roll up Fold up these other niggas like a origami, cold huh? What you figured I be on though bruh? These other rappers got me vexed, how they got me inspired Come up, then come down on me, put me under fire Like the lower level of Hell opened up I used to hate being broke, now I feel I ain't broke enough People only associate with me to procreate a persona That they're ballin' outta control but they really been on the side for... Ever [Verse 2: The Cool Quest] Nobody else has my mind So I be real with my so-called "grind" It's more than a ploy to get some money and female toys I'll only be overjoyed when I'm recognized And it's emphasized, I'm the greatest in the greatest eyes Made it far, just need to go farther though Emotional awareness of my words in all fairness I'm just trying to flow for those who got a long way to go For those girls who ain't hoes, who ain't have to blow For niggas that were different but just seen as average Joe Cause they ain't have every pair of Jordan's on their toes That don't got swag and bad bitches in their flows