Cold Shoulder Lyrics by Central Cee
God knows my intention
I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family (You are now listening to Young Chencs)
But in the streets my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain’t right
But I’m puttin’ this first so I won’t lose focus
‘Member I needed a helping hand
Reached out and I got cold shoulders
They already know I can rap
The mandem trap, I can do that too
I picked up the phone, I heard some terrible news that’ll ruin your mood
They made some change and forgot their roots
I made some change and picked up the young Gs
Took them shopping and copped them shoes
This hoe forgot she got fucked
You need a reminder you’re not brand new
I shoulda kicked that one to the curb
There and then, but I’m not that rude
Had some hoes back when I was broke
They wanna come home but I got no room
So many years I slept on the sofa
They don’t know the half, they got no clue
Huh? Said I was a one hit wonder
I took that shot and I followed it through
Don’t worry ’bout hollerin’ chicks
Get rich, they’ll switch and holler at you
Sat in the trap, turned one into two
But that ain’t what I wanted to do
The fame get a bit too much sometimes
Fan page tryna follow the goons
Fan page tryna follow my pups
The fans love me and I love them too
Cah Cench ain’t better than none
Last time I let that slide, but this time I ain’t gonna let that run
They made a diss track, that shit was too wack to get a response
Huh, it’s sad cah I love my hood where I’m from, but that place ain’t where I belong
Clean up the scene I don’t need no mop
Pull up your jeans, all I need it slop
Don’t believe in greed, I don’t need a lot
Let my Gs all lick off the C.R.E.A.M. on top
Remember the floor it peelin’ off and damp all over the ceiling
We trap for a positive reason
All cah the rap weren’t bringing no Ps in
God knows my intention
I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family
But in the streets my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain’t right
But I’m puttin’ this first so I won’t lose focus
‘Member I needed a helping hand
Reached out and I got cold shoulders
I stay tryna better my life
But I got pain that I can’t get off my mind
I can’t get rid of my demons
All of my feelings are kept inside
I’d never sell my soul
Or switch on bro in desperate times
My angel there on my shoulder
Tellin’ me no, I’m bipolar, no Jekyll and Hyde
I gotta think twice what come out my mouth these days cah I know I got a voice
I’m the head of my family, now I gotta get in my bag, I got no choice
I’m bait, I gotta roll safe, there’s a few places that I’d rather avoid
I made it, I might have a baby, I don’t mind a daughter, I’d rather a boy
Bro-bro coulda went pro in the field, but he broke his achilles heel
The other day it was free k trap, not the one from Gipsy Hill
Fuck a 80/20, I told them send me a 50/50 deal
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I’m lookin’ at bro like, “Look at the shit we’ve built”
OT, I seen a man smoke crack on a Red Bull can
I’m throwin’ my Ws up like Wu Tang Clan, I’m a method man
Ask my mum what I’m like
She’ll say that I’m selfless and I give back
If you ask my ex what I’m like
She’ll say I’m a narcissist and a sociopath
Came a long way, still got a very long way to go
Just a yute, I was so confused when I saw my family takin’ coke
I understand it now that I’m grown
Real trap boy, I don’t play with my nose
Just the way that it goes
I can’t judge them when it made me dough
God knows my intention
I sin for the sake of progress
Got a big heart when it comes to my family
But in the streets my heart is the coldest
My personal life ain’t right
But I’m puttin’ this first so I won’t lose focus
‘Member I needed a helping hand
Reached out and I got cold shoulders
From Bush to Beverly Hills
I’m lookin’ at bro like, “Look at the shit we’ve built”
Said I was a one hit wonder
I took that shot and I followed it through