Cold Chains

Yeah,

yeah

West Coast custom, heavy in the trunk

92 BPM, key of D minor,

west coast hip-hop, g-funk bounce,

whining analog synth, dry cracking snare,

deep 808 bass, mid-tempo groove,

rolling hi-hats, authentic california street vibe Got a new chain but the

circle looks strange Funny how the link-up changes with the pocket change

Used to share a drive,

now they're staring from the side Talk behind my back while I'm

out here on a ride

Keep it petty, keep it cold,

that's the way the story goes Heavy is the neck when the

platinum is exposed They act different when the ice gets bright

(different, yeah) They talk different in the late-night light

But we still bounce to the rhythm of the bay

Cold-hearted state when they look the other way

Old friends acting like they put me on the map Now they

want a cut of every single record plaque I just shake my

head, hit the switch and let it bounce Counting up the tax

on every single ounce

Petty with the response,

cold with the line They were sleeping on the porch while I

was on the grind

They act different when the ice gets bright

(different, yeah) They talk different in the late-night light

But we still bounce to the rhythm of the bay

Cold-hearted state when they look the other way

Yeah, keep looking (hahaha)

It's cold out here