Cold Christmas Lyrics - King Lil G

I wish I could show you my photo album growin' up... 

One bedroom apartment, 

Shit was hard. 

(Ohhh!! Go on the beat! Go on the beat!) 

When you drop new songs they relate to 

All your close friends wanna go and hate you 

That's when the police wanna go and raid you 

And all the pretty little bitches wanna date you 

I'm motivated, me no one else did 

Apartment seven, that little broke kid 

Wanted toys, my moms can't afford it 

My mama's love become more important 

All I ever did was eat rice and beans 

I appreciated those types of things 

Faded pants no designer jeans 

That's when I said "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!" 

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Maybe I don't wanna be broke 

Maybe I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor 

Maybe I don't wanna be sad no more 

From the things that I see every week at the store 

I'm sorry if I embarrassed ya 

I kept complainin' at the register 

Cuz you never bought them wrestlahs 

It's like havin' things that's not meant for us 

Thank you God for bein next to us 

I know some day you'll start blessin' us 

I know, that's why you gave me confidence and mama gave me always that extra love 

Cold Christmas 

Young boy I was just like you 

Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas) 

My father was gone 

I felt so alone 

Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.) 

Photos 

Tell me oh why (Tell me) 

Tell me oh why (Just tell me) 

Tell me oh why (Why?.) 

We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit...) 

Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit) 

Young boy I was just like you, man you had no clue when I told you I had no Christmas 

My best friend got a new bike 

New clothes and some new Nikes 

He kept braggin', I kept smilin' 

I'm thinkin' "Homie them shoes nice" 

I never got shit even tho I got good grades 

My little homie came through with some new J's 

I guess I gotta thank God it's a new day 

If you didn't get shit, what would you say? 

Besides the truth 

Mama loves me, I know she do 

She been at work and the rent is due 

And she has no man, that's dependable 

That type of shit ain't acceptable 

My mother still so affectional 

Besides the fact we got left alone 

She still raised me respectable 

She taught me to never go steal 

Never be a thief, that'll get you killed 

Gave me advice, that gave me the chills 

Never had money but I had a hot meal 

She picked me up from schoo' 

I was hungry, she made me happy with Mexican food 

She made the greatest food 

Mama I'm sorry I called you from jail 

The feds put on hold so I got no bail 

Got commissary, don't even worry, imma make it by myself 

Just pray for me and say you love me and respond to my mail 

Just pray for me and say you love me, I'm sorry if I fail 

Cold Christmas 

Young boy I was just like you 

Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas) 

My father was gone 

I felt so alone 

Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.) 

Tell me oh why (Tell me) 

Tell me oh why (Just tell me) 

Tell me oh why (Why?.) 

We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.) 

Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit.) 

Young boy I was just like you, man you have no clue when I told you I have no Christmas 

Cold Christmas 

It's to my little homies growin' up in watts 

Hehehe. 

Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projects 

Was some times we don't get to value family and shit as much as we should... 

Too worried to materialistic things and all that bullshit. 

There's only thing you needa give a fuck about and that's family man 

Oh yea