So Cold - Chad Da Don, YoungstaCpt, E-Jay

Woo!

Chad!

Uh

(Mna ndiyayi thandi imali)

If you got money to spend then I bet 20 you flop

I just hit up my plug and I dropped 20 to cop

I’m the reason he prolly got it, just keep it on lock

Couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes so pull up your socks

You ain’t got the juice, you ain’t even got a cup

You are not the truth, you ain’t never one of us

Took us for a poes now you ballin' on a budge'

You ain’t got the fruits, I don’t even see the funds

I don’t know the rules but the winning is a must

When it come to you, I don’t really feel the love

I put on my shoes, now the Gucci in the dust

Bitches comin' through, I just know which one to love (Yeah)

I just chase the M’s til I pass out

So when I wake up, my dreams cash out

I got your dream girl, she in the bag now

I always knew how this shit was just gonna pan out

Ayy you can tell all my people, that I’m evil

With your ego, I’m not so

But I’m tryna get the zeros

And let the beef go

And make millions, solid gold

Iyoh iyoh, why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

Iyoh iyoh, why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

Uh, the road to riches, test of fitness

I’m a Christian, but keep your distance

Non-existent, non-consistent

We heard your new song, you need assistance

If you tryna be my plus one be honest

Make-up on your face can’t erase the problems

Swear I seen your face one day lil' shorty

She just wanna go with me and kick it til the mornin'

She can get the lay up, baby stay up

Okay I’ma see you later, go get the paper

I say «Voetsek» to the haters, we never gave up

Everybody tryna play us, they never paid us

Tell my mama that I made it

I just chase the M’s til I pass out

So when I wake up, my dreams cash out

I got your dream girl, she in the bag now

I always knew how this shit was just gonna pan out

Ayy you can tell all my people, that I’m evil

With your ego, I’m not so

But I’m tryna get the zeros

And let the beef go

And make millions, solid gold

Iyoh iyoh, why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

Iyoh iyoh, (Y?gen!) Why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

, naaier with an attitude like Ice Cube

out in Durban she an idol

I kill it on the verse, one hand on the bible

She spinned and reversed, made a braasa say «Hayibo!»

Heard your new shit, something’s missin'

You’re still a new kid, you too ambitious

You stupid

A 100 thousand rand for these bitches!

You vicious

Now she on the 'gram takin' pictures

All my niggas on clientele, and scheming hard from Monday to Sunday

It’s Y? gen til the end

Why you gotta be so cold?

She just wants a piece of bro

She wanna bake and fold, I got a place to vibe

She wanna take a troll, I tell a bitch, bye

Ayy you can tell all my people, that I’m evil

With your ego, I’m not so

But I’m tryna get the zeros

And let the beef go

And make millions, solid gold

Iyoh iyoh, why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

Iyoh iyoh, (Y?gen!) Why the fuck you gotta be so cold?

Youngsta!

Chill out baby girl, it’s the tip of the iceberg

When it come to waves, I’m the youngin that kite surf

naaiers couldn’t think of a kind word

Your ghost-writer's dead, he couldn’t scribble a nice verse

North Wynberg, I remember when I took Chad there

We did a photoshoot and took pictures as fanfare

I’m comfortable in the ghetto, I’m setting up camp chairs

People see you and they just look with a blank stare

You act scared bruh, I can’t call you a OG

That’s something you won’t be, you live in a soapie

You purchasin' trophies, embarrass your whole team

Colder than snow freeze

A uncorrupted music company is something you don’t see

I smell something fishy, that results in a nose bleed

I call naaiers out like the number was toll-free

Keep my foot firmly on they necks so they won’t breathe

When I feel the hate I meditate though I smoke weed

So please, rather talk kak to me in Morse code

praat, I’m shattering your jaw bone

Liquidate your businesses so that it foreclose

Shit is colder than the North Pole, Youngin'