| Motherfuckers talkin' bout climate change
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| How it’s getting high
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| It’s cold out this motherfucker
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| Real cold, it’s a real cold world right now
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| You know what I’m sayin?
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| You just better keep that heat on 'em
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| It’s real
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| I’m tryin' to fight these demons off
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| Not guilty — how a nigga gotta plead in court
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| Eyes red, they be wonderin' what weed I’m on
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| God got a lightning rod, respect it when you see a boss
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| And I be doing this for how long?
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| Knock it out the park when niggas push the real boss
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| No money down, everything is all paid for
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| Niggas comin' after mine, you know we got stay before us
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| Clap clap and I ain’t talkin' bout a stripper’s ass
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| Bangin' out, whippin' like took all these cameras flash
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| You fuckin' with a titan, you don’t wanna catch me
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| Oh you’re comfortable everywhere, got that home advantage
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| I have your soul leavin' the fuckin' planet
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| And I ain’t tryna put you out there I’m just being candent
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| You just a flavor of the month, career gon' need a bandage
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| When I’m finished with the motherfucker, toe tag 'em
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| These colder days, everything below zero
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| Fuck being loved, it’s better when these cowards fear you
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| Never isolate and keep your enemies near you
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| ‘Cause any chance they get, these motherfuckers try to hear you
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| Speakin' from the point of weakness, nigga not tryna hear you
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| Fuck a ho, I’m tryna to save ya, look what happened to heroes
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| Niggas get they shit rocked
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| You all blind, left for dead you outta here in no time
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| No time, life is all about choices
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| Consensus telling me to get it, yeah I’m hearing voices
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| Pictured myself up in them Rolls Royces
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| So anything less to me was very pointless
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| I’m ridin' up the block with the top off
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| Choppas on deck, case blocked off
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| Growing up in the hood, have me paranoid
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| Life in the line of fire, cover the blazing at my voice
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| No fun when the party ain’t a party to you
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| Gotta to phase away and now the police stick the body to you
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| First 48 gotta keep your lips sealed
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| Next 48 part of the news real
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| My goons on patrol tryna figure who squealed
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| Right before you feed the baby, niggas get they food pealed
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| Niggas talk about who’s hood colder
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| Mine is, try to play the bridge over and you’re dead
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| I’m strolling in my long shearling, shotty underneath
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| Disappearing like my name is Merlin
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| The magician, have you leakin' that nutrition
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| Speak go to cuff, track him down like I’m ad-libin'
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| Man listen, these cowards actin like women
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| Super bitchy, when he’s on his ass dippin'
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| Out the back door, runnin' when they mouth off
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| Til I deck em in they tracks, makin' house calls
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| The streets is cold as ice
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| Move with precision, boy don’t slip up
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| Watch out for them lights
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| Black hoodie season, nigga give it up
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| My momma would cry cuz it hurts
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| Because in life that’s just worked
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| This time I’ve grown just as cold
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| It’s nothing but colder days
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| It’s nothing but colder days
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| So cold ouchea
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| It’s nothing but colder days
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| Days, days
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| It’s nothing but colder days |