When It’s Cold Out WARA (Ft. GRIP)

[Verse 1: WARA]
Bounce back like Dwayne Carter, you oughta applaud him
In this moment of stardom, that fifteen minutes of fame
Done came and went already, chain is gettin' heavy
The game done left me heartless, where do I even start this?
Uh, yeah, but fuck it, just push the button
You know better, you know them niggas frontin'
He won't let up, heritage, gorilla, no nigga fuckin' with him
Not even in the slightest, my shawty head the brightest
Roll up the bless, fingertips on Midas
Listen, mister, every fuckin' verse is scripture
You're dealin' with a future five percenter
Who needs every cent if I said it, that's what I meant

[Chorus: WARA]
Man, I come alive in the winter time
You coldhearted nigga, you don't feel nothin'
What happened to your smile? Ain't seen it in a while
Maybe you should give 'em somethin' to talk about
Man, I come alive in the winter time
You coldhearted nigga, you don't feel nothin'
What happened to your smile? Ain't seen it in a while
Maybe you should give 'em somethin' to talk about

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Uh, I had dreams of runnin' this shit
My tank was on empty, my phone was on twenty percent
Checkin' my bank account 'fore I purchase my next meal
To see how much money was spent
Dollar menu, order accordingly, uh
Or come up short, jumped in this sport with no sort of support
Kicked out of college, mission abort, was forced to resort
Chip on my shoulder like a orphan, feel myself morphin'
No endorphins could ease this pain
Not even Morphine in enormous portions
Your best shit, I could come up with better while sittin' on the porch
My next shit, scorchin', I invested 'stead of gettin' my neck lit just to shit on my exes
I'd rather get me a check and then put it away for the day that I exit
Stackin' the shit up like Tetris