This is the first song by Lovell that was produced by Dylan Brady. Lovell had seen Brady’s music video for “Piano Prelude” and messaged him, asking if he could produce for him.

Pathway Private is the name of… Read More [Part I: Still Cold]

[Intro]

Yo, you already know, guys, 613

We reppin' it still

Yo, me and Lovell, we go way back in time, szeen?

Yo, you already know

I took the 96, we do it all day

Ball is life from time

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Still checkin' at the place, still cold

Movin' in a way, no place, no snow

Straight chillin' with my niggas that shiver

Thinkin' 'bout the sun, lay thoughts on the river

Move back, nigga, move back, nigga

Fake Jordan-ass, whack-ass bitch nigga

I come packed with eleven damn shots

I claim this city and I take your spot

Stay thinkin' 'bout a white one

Thinkin' 'bout a bright Sun

That I changed straight from the dark shit

No, take when I'm playin' with the black gun, nigga

You ain't never been a god since the last run

No stats in a place that show

A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe

Track, track to the place back, back, nigga

Tell me that I'm like a nigga but my flow sicker (Flow sicker, flow sicker)

[Bridge]

Callin', callin'

Callin', I'm callin'

Callin', callin'

Callin', shit, yeah

[Verse 2]

Dressed like a motherfuckin' god when I reach the spot (Shit!)

Niggas always tell me that I made it from the empty slot (Shit!)

Change ways, niggas, no truth, no plot

Fuck a white brand, no top, no spot

Chase all day till the darts in the back

But my niggas fuck bitches in the back of the cab

Claim riches but a nigga been whack

Never talk, boy, with your fake ass stack

Cash, cash, talkin' 'bout cash, cash, nigga

When I throw that shade, catch, catch, nigga

Last time when I talked to a man

Well, shit, run quick, slash, slash for the neck, nigga

Know I gotta make it out the cold for the best show

Please don't try, never show my pack

Bitch, don't cry, just move that tech

That's trash, thought I'd never really say this

Caught my music on my ex-bitch playlist

Bitches say, "613, that's the greatest"

But I never see no niggas ever famous

Facts, boy, black boy, trash boy, trash boy

Ten fake Bape hoodies face ass boy

Know I tell these niggas that I never do shit

But my thoughts never sick

So I'm never not slick, nigga, nigga

Watch me leave this place you stay

Think about the fault you made

Change the fuckin' shit you say

I may be back another day (Day, day, day)

[Part II: Pathway Private]

[Verse]

From the Northside

You started some, like, some cold shit

And we run it

Like, no more of that game stuff, like

I'm done with that