kol’ game

Peace to Gil Scott-Heron
And the spirits
They with us
At all times

It's a cold game
It's a cold life
It's cold world
Got my soul on ice

Talkin' to myself far too often
Flowin' like fallin'
Coughin' in my coffin
Quantum blossoms all in my optic
Dilated options, pace ya parcels
Makin' offerings from the shade of all this
Ash in my eye, feel like Fetty Wap
Ready to die high, let it gettin' heady wop
Confetti droppin' from the sky
Count bread and gwop
Mulholland Drive, long rise from the dutti plot
Look at all this scenery
Nothin's what it seem to me
Just me and this LSD
Trust me, you ain't tellin' me
Leave it for my elegy
Don't play me no Della Reese
Better play that Heltah Skeltah, R.I.P. Sean P
Forty, pour some more out
You already know I
Keep the road rugged, leave the Polo to the Lo Lifes
3D in my four eyes
Seein' don't take no eyes
On this search since I don't know
Feelin' like it's oh-nine
Not 2 double-oh-nine
Like 20 double-oh-nine
And I don't even know why
Truth be told, ain't no time
Like rappers ain't got no grime
Ain't commitin' no crime
Talkin' shit the whole time
Always gettin' co-signs

It's a cold game
It's a cold life
It's that cold pain
Got my soul on ice

It's a cold game
With a low price
I got that cold aim
Finna to throw the dice