Lyrics

“Cold Portland Streets (CC’s Anthem)”
(A Song for You and CC)
[Intro]
Cold Portland streets, where the shadows don’t sleep,
Swallowin’ the free, yeah, the struggle run deep.
But CC held me down, Prescott queen, OG,
Took me from the dark, now we shine, you and me.
[Verse 1]
Portland nights, man, they colder than ice,
Streets eatin’ dreams, servin’ failure as the price.
Me and my soul, trapped, feelin’ like a ghost,
Till CC rolled up, Prescott hood, she the most.
Runnin’ Cully Park, yeah, she bossin’ like what’s good,
OG with the heart, reppin’ love for the hood.
Took me under her wing, pulled me straight from the block,
Showed me family ain’t blood, it’s the love that you got.
Clark County bars had me locked in a cage,
But CC was there, turned the pain to a stage.
When they cut me loose, she was right at the gate,
“Homie, we gon’ rise, leave behind all the hate.”
[Chorus]
Cold Portland streets, try to swallow you whole,
But CC’s love lift me up, feed my soul.
From the struggle to the shine, she my sister, my team,
In that Jag, we gon’ ride, livin’ out of the dream.
Seattle to Portland, every week, we don’t fold,
Mess with me and CC, your story’s gettin’ told.
Red rum, dead homie, yeah, the game stay tight,
CC’s my fam, now we shinin’ so bright.
[Verse 2]
Yo, CC’s the queen, got the heart of a lion,
When the streets tried to break me, she was there, never lyin’.
Prescott to Cully, she the plug for the real,
Taught me how to stand tall, how to grind, how to feel.
Seattle to Portland, yeah, I’m whippin’ that drive,
Every week on the road, keep the hustle alive.
Mess with my sister? Man, you better start prayin’,
Red rum in the air, leave you shook where you standin’.
Jag gleamin’ clean, yo, it’s wick tight, no cap,
Me and CC roll deep, put the hood on the map.
From the corners to the stars, yeah, we chasin’ that light,
Broski, we gon’ shine, yeah, you know that’s right.
[Chorus]
Cold Portland streets, try to swallow you whole,
But CC’s love lift me up, feed my soul.
From the struggle to the shine, she my sister, my team,
In that Jag, we gon’ ride, livin’ out of the dream.
Seattle to Portland, every week, we don’t fold,
Mess with me and CC, your story’s gettin’ told.
Red rum, dead homie, yeah, the game stay tight,
CC’s my fam, now we shinin’ so bright.
[Bridge]
Yo, CC, you my rock, held me down through the storm,
When the streets tried t