Dylan Brady
Still Cold / Pathway Private
[Part I: Still Cold]

[Intro]
Yo, you already know, guys, 613
We reppin' it still
Yo, me and Lovell, we go way back in time, szeen?
Yo, you already know
I took the 96, we do it all day
Ball is life from time
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Still checkin' at the place, still cold
Movin' in a way, no place, no snow
Straight chillin' with my n***as that shiver
Thinkin' 'bout the sun, lay thoughts on the river
Move back, n***a, move back, n***a
Fake Jordan-ass, whack-ass bitch n***a
I come packed with eleven damn shots
I claim this city and I take your spot
Stay thinkin' 'bout a white one
Thinkin' 'bout a bright Sun
That I changed straight from the dark shit
No, take when I'm playin' with the black gun, n***a
You ain't never been a god since the last run
No stats in a place that show
A lot of n***as tell me that I never really owe
Track, track to the place back, back, n***a
Tell me that I'm like a n***a but my flow sicker (Flow sicker, flow sicker)
[Bridge]
Callin', callin'
Callin', I'm callin'
Callin', callin'
Callin', shit, yeah

[Verse 2]
Dressed like a motherfuckin' god when I reach the spot (Shit!)
N***as always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!)
Change ways, n***as, no truth, no plot
Fuck a white brand, no top, no spot
Chase all day till the darts in the back
But my n***as fuck bitches in the back of the cab
Claim riches but a n***a been whack
Never talk, boy, with your fake ass stack
Cash, cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash, n***a
When I throw that shade, catch, catch, n***a
Last time when I talked to a man
Well, shit, run quick, slash, slash for the neck, n***a
Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show
Please don't try, never show my pack
Bitch, don't cry, just move that tech
That's trash, thought I'd never really say this
Caught my music on my ex-bitch playlist
Bitches say, "613, that's the greatest"
But I never see no n***as ever famous
Facts, boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy
Ten fake Bape hoodies face ass boy
Know I tell these n***as that I never do shit
But my thoughts never sick
So I'm never not slick, n***a, n***a
Watch me leave this place you stay
Think about the fault you made
Change the fuckin' shit you say
I may be back another day (Day, day, day)
[Part II: Pathway Private]

[Verse]
From the Northside
You started some, like, some cold shit
And we run it
Like, no more of that game stuff, like
I'm done with that