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[Chorus: Kold-Blooded]
Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track
Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back
Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad
SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that
Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track
Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back
Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad
SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that

Some skimmin' steppin' it up Get booked, get it down from my thang
I'm runnin' up on these hoes likе what? No, y'all just can't hang
These wannabes makе me laugh I swear, all of them be so lame
Your past is not a gangsta, bitch Your soul is too tame
I'm pullin' up my content, you assassin I make it happen, all that mid-ass rappin'
You flappin', not even a factor To cover the body, I needed to rent a fucking tractor
But I laughed when it happened Cause I actually buried the bastard
My master torture tactics advanced Your shit is practical
I came up with some better shit Than yours while on the toilet, boy
From the coalition all the way to the go-take My mission's never changed
None of my verses are throwaways But still, I be callin' them out
I never did have any doubt Anybody really wanna get into it
With me is takin' a death row How many times do I gotta kill these motherfuckers
To know I ain't fuckin' around? I'm ruinin' all me kids
We back in this bitch forever, been holdin' it down
I'm in this graveyard, meth in my hand I'm lookin' around, I see the faces of the ghosts in my past
I'm thinkin' about what it would be like to be a monster, my last intermediate
Dimensions needed such in the past Shit that glass in my toast is a
I be walkin' the road But I'm trippin' up in heaven
Till the abyss startin' meets the unknown
I got the devil on my shoulder And he's trappin' me home
He's tellin' me the truth, he's tellin' me that But I already know
In my shoe walkin' tough I be startin' to fuckin' find
The human race is facin' the threat when I'm from behind
My legit's a curse, but so is the fuckin' mind
Depression and obsession are the weapons of the mind
Takin' the money back into the woods I be takin' the prize
I put it in my goods, grindin' up on these leaves
Since I suck it, we know it's in the down of my foot
Stirrin' up as a treeline
It's tough, but never makin' the victim find
I ask him on my purpose and he says I'm doin' fine
Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever
We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper
And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by
Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever
We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper
And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by
Every day I'm supposed to die But when they see me in the cut
I'ma roll up with the posse, man We hangin' out the window
Comin' up, press the lock
Tell me what it is and what it do
T-T to the E-D, down for my true, true
Death and that's a schema, six to nine, foe
Got you trippin', I'ma keep it rippin'
Cause they wanna die slow, what you know?
We comin' up with the quickest, layin' down with the
Step back down, cause I'm hell bound
Don't you come around, foe
Schema creepin' up on the track
We comin' to break the bed, grab your shack
Bust the gap to the back of a cop car
Give me five star when it drop, drop
And we comin' to reach up on the top
I'm goin' in, like I'm mixed with the juice and the gin
Pocket zigzags, I'm rollin' off in a tin
Fuck it, better take your gin and just tuck it
Let the colors tell you that I'm a frantic boy

[Chorus: Kold-Blooded]
Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track
Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back
Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad
SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that
Schema fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track
Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back
Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad
SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that