Lyrics Ivan B – Too Cold

Run it
Uh huh
Now they saying, now they saying
Yeah

Ivan B:
The only L I take is legend status
Shots they take is bad in practice
Lighting up a storm, baby did you bring the matches
The realest on the way
Fellas you can rest assured
You say you the illest, I guess I gotta be the cure
Came up and grew up
They never thought that I blew up
Now everybody in the loop like I’ve been tying my shoe up
And I can hear they mouths running but they just too slow
Got twice the hunger coal I guess the flow is too, cold
No disrespect but I got bigger shoes to fill
Cause they say they run the game, okay get of my treadmill
They don’t get the point so I gotta let the pen spill
All skill, way I’m in your mind that’s a hand drill, for real
The realest coming up since I was up in seventh grade
I’m tryna find my way to make it up to heavens gates
For now I need to find some food to put up on my plate
The world is calling me and I can hear them saying

Yeah
Uh huh
Now they saying, now they saying
Now they saying, now they saying

Houston Kendrick:
I’m too cold not to make it out of there

Ivan B:
Leukemia flow, guess I’m too ill with a pen
If you don’t now my name I guess I’ll say it again
It’s Ivan B, no sleep
Man when you’re reaching for dreams
All that matters like your city’s like homecoming to me
I’ve got a chip on my shoulder, they’ve overlooked me for years
I’ve been shining on my own, I got no diamonds to wear
Yeah this that kid from the Bay
This for the ones that are here
You go fight all them demons, boy go tame all them fears
Cause this life is not enough for you to stop and just stare
Of all the things I could’ve been my man
The moment is here
Mama don’t you worry Imma make the bills disappear
I know I’m hardly ever home I got a feeling it’s near
This that moment we on, prophetic lines, Quran
Yeah how you saying you up next when I still got the baton
Haters hate that they feeling it
Cup of knowledge, I’m spilling it
More than you what I’m giving, got the brave and we killing it
It’s all I need

Now they saying, now they saying
Now they saying, now they saying

Houston Kendrick:
I’m too cold not to make it out of there
You’re gonna know my name
Don’t you forget my place, and sing my praise
I’m too cold not to make it out of there
You’re gonna know my name
You’re gonna sing my, sing my praise
Yeah