Cold

[Intro]

It’s getting colder in this bitch
Turn up the heat
Do it any style these lanes i switch

[Verse 1]

I am
Taking it back to the basics that’s how i go
While I flow hoes wanna get at me but i tell em no
Just back off
Give me room to spit some fire I can cause a holocaust
So go and get your Holy Cross
Bossin’ in this bitch like i was Rick Ross up on The Source
I didn’t have a plan so I made up a course
And I followed
Now their pride and my kids they swallow
My rhymes they borrow they’re screaming bravo
While I’m toking on that Avocado
Might win the lotto that Eldorado
So futuristic i wrote this shit tomorrow
The rap bravado Ayo that is my motto
You Follow ?
These mumble rappers need to get their own shit to rep
And stay away from our art this is not what they expect
Except if they want to lay a hook on our hit
Or do some ad-libs while we spit then we accept

[Hook] X2

Cold summer passed
I’m bringing that hot ass winter
Passing left and right
Got me feeling like I’m on tinder
Shit was cold (Cold) X2

[Bridge] X3

It’s getting colder in this bitch
Turn up the heat
Do it any style these lanes i switch

[Verse 2]

You singing for the fame
I do it for the prime
They say my shit is played out
I should keep up with the time
But my Hip-Hop is timeless
Dionysus get you fucked up with the lines I spit cause fake shit I never get
Getting really crazy lately
So I need to know if you can handle it
Commit submit admit but I will never quit
They held me down too long
I got up and got going
That was the point where my way i split
Doing it the way I gotta do it
You banging to my shit like you already knew it
Right hand in the air i swear that I’m the truest
Whatever you’re thinking you cannot just quit it
You got to go get it you have to pursue it
Like a fucking visionary
Fuck the game up and call it missionary
The squad will stomp it out like the military
I put my music first all that’s left is secondary
Bars that can lock up the spot are fucking legendary

[Hook] X2

[Verse 3]

This music shit got me feeling like I’m on some DMT
Tripping on the mic dropping lines like I’m the DMV
Blowing up the place with bass i call that TNT
You got to get the groove on like Rocky A.S.A.P
G.O.M.D bitch please G.M.A.B
I need another drink
I need another drink
I need a fucking pen
I need to write down what I think
Gotta link up with a bad one and start living off that dink
Got the ink on my body
What I do is strictly godly
I’m disembodied
So far off that they can hardly even see me
I’m just having fun all they do is run
Music so hot that the sun is my son
Lyrics when they rap ?
They ain’t got none
Flow when they rap ?
They ain’t got none
Punchlines when they rap ?
They ain’t got none
I just do this rapping thing for fun
Shit’s already done
And I barely even begun