Lyrics Freezing - Capo Lee, JME, Frisco

Freezing

Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)
Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah)
The mandem still billing it
The trap land, still killing it
Still can’t take man for an idiot (Are you mad?)
The life you talk about, the man dem still living it
Drilling it, take out the clip and filling it
Roll 'round the block and skid in it
Bust two shots in your wig, innit?
(Baow)
You better know what side you’re on because there’s no switching
Rule number one, no snitching
Don’t touch no children nor women
Man don’t wanna work 'cause they make more P’s in the kitchen
Trap line’s ringing
Hope they will get out one day, God willing
Stuck in the ras clot system (Free them man)
Man think it’s a joke ting, the roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing
Man dem still cigarette toking, yeah, they’re still twos-ing and threes-ing
Control-S when I’m producing, D-A-W still freezing
Yeah, nothing ain’t changed, nothing ain’t gonna change either
A new badman’s born every six months, man are like, «Oh shit»
Trust me fam, new dogs, old tricks
In the marshes, digging up old sticks
Blood, it’s getting to the point where jail is coming like ras clot Napa '06
Locked up, you can still upload pics
Nothing ain’t changed
Tell them again, rude boy
Nothing ain’t fucking changed (Fucking changed)
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)
Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)
Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing
We’ve got bits and bobs, plural
I’m out of this world like Pluto
I’ve got a style that’s a bit unusual
You’re in the game but you ain’t got a clue, though
Mummy don’t want you to leave the yard because she knows that you might not
make it back
And when you made it back, you came back with a charge, man dissed you so you
had to make it clap
Cycle
I’m a man that you just can’t stifle
I was on road when I was on radio, spinning MC’s like a ras clot vinyl
I came up 'round Dean and Sammy dem, came up 'round Easy and Eiffel
Got a lot of vibes on my Spotify, you can’t ride on my wave, that’s tidal
I’m a black man fighting for survival
You can’t fool me, I’ve seen this over and over and over and over
Things were bad from before and then I seen the road get colder
I’ve seen man in a circle, jealous, good energy endeavours (Swag)
My success was ruffling feathers, we were the truth best-sellers (Capo)
Now we do meetings, hands on table, nothing ain’t promised, gotta get stable
Could’ve been a single deal or major, still will have shows for an indie label
(Brrt)
Seen bare tings, I ain’t gonna say all, that could’ve been fatal
Come so far from chopping up eight balls, licking off twenty sales in the
rainfall (Capo)
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)
Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing (Woi, woi, woi, woi)
Nothing ain’t changed (Nah), the man dem still beefing (Mad)
Mums and dads still grieving (Sad)
Shit pops off every weekend
'Nough man get cheffed and start speaking
Other guys got jail for no reason
The roads ain’t cold, they’re freezing