Eboi - Cold City lyrics

(Million Styles) M-m-m-m Million Eboi keep trillin on Let me tell you where we come from Welcome to Stocktown City, such a cold city Show no love, said they show no pity Stocktown City, what a calamity Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky Stocktown City, such a cold city Show no love, said they show no pity Stocktown City, what a calamity Everybody want to to be a thug round here (Eboi) I'm scared of these lil kids eight and older Forget about now but as they get older And as every day get colder In the quest to fight the hunger, they get bolder Before they can say Crayola wouldn't believe the kind of sh** they be taking note of Mix that with the baking soda And all over Stocktown gangstas taking over And don't be thinking that the government won't attempt to Stick you up in the middle of the concrete jungle, but then they gon pretend to Act like they got a hand to lend you, but in reality won't defend you Thinking that you sitting at the table But you on the menu Where two million strangers reside Ain't no one exchanging no smiles Thank God for public transportation but that's where strangers collide Cuz they leave they house and they leave the feelings behind Start with a seat and somebody get beaten to d**h but nobody pays it no mind Folks from across the nation come looking for fame in my city Some move up, some get stuck, playing with that c**aine in my city See you can feel pain in my city, bad news poor like rain in my city Too many given and all too often, somebody be jumping in front of a train in my city (Million Styles) Welcome to Stocktown City, such a cold city/ Show no love, said they show no pity/ Stocktown City, what a calamity/ Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky/ Stocktown City, such a cold city/ Show no love, said they show no pity/ Stocktown City, what a calamity/ Everybody want to to be a thug round here/ (Eboi) Crime scenes and segregation Manipulation, pigs and investigation/kids without destination Drug addiction turn into desperation Isn't it just amazing, conflicts turn to premature expiration They used to wanna throw hands Now they wanna put an end to ya respiration But you ain't gotta worry if you happen To be here on vacation cuz it happens Far away from the king and his castle Where they got no guided tours The type of sh** you won't find brochures But if you stepping out the hotel right in front of a dope sale Just kindly ignore And the cold gets way below freezing But the coldest Be the police, no less Stepping over the homeless Don't nobody cut em no slack Government don't cut em no checks And if you looking for trouble there's lots to choose from Trafficking h**n to prostitutes on the street Right next to the street that everybody and they pops get loose on Folks from across the nation come looking for fame in my city Some move up, some get stuck, playing with that c**aine in my city You can feel pain in my city, bad news poor like rain in my city Too many given and all too often Somebody be jumping in front of a train in my city (Million Styles) Blue Line, M-Line Green Line, Red Line You better watch where you step Anything could happen anywhere Right here in Stocktown City, such a cold city Show no love, said they show no pity Stocktown City, what a calamity Every man a thug and dem a smoke up the sticky Stocktown City, such a cold city Show no love, said they show no pity Stocktown City, what a calamity Everybody want to to be a thug round here