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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rimzee
Rimzee
Vocals
Snap Capone
Snap Capone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Snap Capone
Snap Capone
Songwriter
Ricardo Miles
Ricardo Miles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fumes Beats
Fumes Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's your boy Snap Capone fresh from the fuckin' can
Shout my bruddah Rimz
The new tape 'Cold Feet'
You know the vibes, we knee deep in the streets (Fumes On The Beat)
Yuk!
[Verse 2]
They sent me up to jail
Like, ****, what's my worth?
I was in the mosque
My mummy in the church
My daddy in a hearse
Feel the pain and it hurts
If we've got beef, tryna put you on a shirt
Landed in jail, same day induction wing
Shit I'm getting life if my co-d tries to sing
Incarcerated, still pulling strings, violin
Jail like my second home, forever going in
They relate to my raps, I was raised in them flats
If you heard it from me, then take it as a fact (Snap Capone)
Snap slim ****, but my pockets getting fat (Bolo)
I remember days I was praying for a MAC
Life is a test, I'm live in the flesh
I'm tired and I'm stressed
Judge lifed all my friends
When will this end?
This is life on the ends
Paranoid, still gotta roll with a skeng (RIP Skeng)
[Verse 3]
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw
Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor
I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche (Skrr skrr)
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw
Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor
I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche
[Verse 4]
Yo, armed feds in the drum, red beams on your son
Mum got in the way, I jumped in front of my mum (True stories)
Fought the case, but we lost, he was riding for the block
Now my **** in this box and this beef can't squash (Rest in peace)
Got a guilty verdict, I know I ain't perfect
Before I took shahada, used to go Sunday service (Astaghfirullah)
Used to borrow mashes, never had a fiver
Then we got our own cah them **** tried to style us
Sitting in that cage, letters every other day
Told mum, "I'm okay, I'll be free one day" (Inshallah)
In my Gucci sliders, on that wing comfy
Line's still running, taking two racks monthly (Facts)
Still getting dough with the same chick I was broke with
Had to get focused, on that block I was hopeless
Jail was worthy
Some things I had to learn, G
'Cause I know I coulda died or got a thirty (True stories)
[Verse 5]
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw
Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor
I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche
Live by the gun or die by the sword
Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw
Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor
I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche
Written by: Rimzee, Snap Capone
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