Ye you know my city cold like that| ye you feel it on the road, ice caps| when you steer it, better hold the right gas| thats the code, if i roll i might pass| you dont know, bruthas holdin snow bags, cold flash| back and fourth on the raod and back for the cold cash| ain't my code to hold back, how im programmed| take yo boo and blow the back, have her blow back| hidden secrets of the village plugs dishin every minute| better move yo quickest if you movin out position| beef cookin? Better stay strapped or keep a jiggy for the villians| boy u hearin from a witness| for the cheesecake, brutha take the stick and relay| if u breed steak better not be caught in PJs| from the east stayed movin through the heat since Pre K| and i been the heat since least age, so they breathe hate| we’ll see what time brews| my crew be going dumb like we losin IQs| this industry crashin most the talent in my school| and the way im movin ain't no tellin what i might do| if im flyin, know my family finna fly too| and theres always newer peaks i gotta climb to| when i get, ill be flexin when i ride through| hold the bag out the window like a drive thru| i just wanna stack the cash to the sky man| have my city seeing towers knowing i blew| keep an eye even nines hold nines too| keep it wrapped know these tricks finna lie too| u can get lost in a breeze, the way the wind blows in the streets| where reapers’ll tease| they duckin and dodging police, the heat leave yo body when they sayin freeze|
(Put em up (x3)... freeze.)x4
Ay i ain't a villian, im just a man| tell yo whitest son to fear from a tan| mamma told me keep my life in my hands| "watch yo moves, you know the reaper can dance"| my boy made wops and bought a drop top| another thang provokin the cops watch| hot headed up inside a hot box| ops came and then put my boy in a box| heat on the streets make it harsher| keep yo blade and mental sharper| east-end demons put they team on that defense and take some players off yo roster| pride finna cost ya|
Decent dreaming get you farther| know the evil dream to rob ya| "we don’t settle for the least for some commas| boy that stick’ll make you samba"
"Anything to get the money taller| my bruthas isn’t waiting no longer, naw bruh| we know the life that we live is harsher, to hell with karma, you’ll get popped, no foster| i'm power trippin, blicka finna sneeze| send you to blessings, just to strip you clean"| stick up kids moving through them icy streets| you gon see when they freeze...
(Put em up (x3)... freeze.)x4