Cold Nights And Early Mornings

[Intro: Postman L]
Yo, let me talk my shit, uh, [?]
[?] International, fire collab, nigga, uh, this shit stupid, nigga
Cold nights, [?], Post

[Verse 1: Postman L]
I'm stayin' up late just to stay ahead of the game, uh
On any day I prove first, X the money over the fame (Yes)
'Cause the money won't judge me when I cop me a chain (Nah)
And shine like a spotlight when they mention my name (Oh, yeah)
The streets taught a lot of my niggas devilish games
You bound to miss a shot if you don't practice the aim
I'm busy tryna take over the world, like Pinky & The Brain
Hoodlum by life cills, kept my head up whenever they came
'Cause I was best, I'm, next time, meant to entertain
I hit your neck line if you test mine, I show you niggas flames (Uh)
The shoe fit the right foot, Post don't mention names
Leave you with one ice shot like a sniper when it aims
You see, rock my leather trench and rub my machete under that
Jam a song that can chop trees like a lumberjack (Oh, chop)
Servin' the game wit cold plays 'til the summer's back
Don't lose a breath tryna run with that

[Verse 2: Mickey Diamond]
Wrist of the North Star
I remember my first glimpse of a sportscar
Before I jumped off the porch, huh, to smoke weed and pump raw
Roasting the L, Ghost In The Shell, paranormal, float in the air, the rare gem
Denyin' any Jesus with pale skin
Me and Post like the mailmen, guarantee, delivery return shot to sender
Trigger me, niggas is dead like chivalry
You got wack flows and shitty beats
I sneak attack foes and crack codes while the city sleep
I spit ape, then lay you on your side like infinity (What?)
The blick knocking off extremities, broken dreams, shattered memories, you going' out like the Kennedies
We was sick of bein' broke, we thought rap was the remedy
Singing the Devil's ballad then orchestratin' the symphony
Show no symphaty
Polo vintage piece, this shit was meant for me
With the pen of Stephen King, put rappers out their missery
For target practice, y'all the wackest, Seattle supersonic starter jacket
With the Drew Pierce and snapback to match it
Back to back classic, pack a ratchet that's black and plastic like Lil' Kim
Only for protecion, no prophylactic
Your tape drop then got no reaction, a hundred a verse that's if your homie asking'(Uh-huh)
Drag the sharpest dagger and carve you out a Shinobi classic
(What?)

[Outro: Mickey Diamond & Postman L]
Cold nights and early mornings
Cold nights and early mornings, Post what's good? (uh)
Cold nights and early mornings
Cold nights and early mornings
God Sound
Cold nights and early–
Cold nights and early mornings
Cold nights and early mornings
Cold nights and early mornings