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Motherfuckers talkin bout climate change
How it's getting high
It's cold out this motherfucker
Real cold, it's a real cold world right now
You know what i'm sayin?
You just better keep that heat on em
It's real

I'm tryin to fight these demons off
Not guilty - how a nigga gotta plead in court
Eyes red, they be wonderin what we done mourned
God got a lightning rod, respect it when you see a boss
And i be doing this for how long?
Knock it out the park when niggas push the real boss
No money down, everything is all paid for
Niggas comin after mine, you know we got stay before us
Clap clap and i ain't talkin bout a stripper's ass
Bangin out, whippin like took all these cameras flash
You fuckin with a titan, you don't wanna catch me
Oh you're comfortable everywhere, got that home advantage
I have your soul leavin the fuckin planet
And i ain't tryna put this rap behind the spin we can get
You just a flavor of the month, career gon need a bandage
When i'm finished with the motherfuckin toe taggin

These colder days, everything below 0
Fuck being loved, it's better when these cowards fear you
Never isolate and keep your enemies near you
'cause any chance they get, these motherfuckers try to hear you
Speakin from the point of niggas, they cannot try to hear you
Fuck a homie, try to save er, look what happened to halos
Let's get that shit rockin
You all blind, enough to get you out of here in no time

Little time, life is all about choices
Cops are telling me to get these dead man voices
Pictured myself up in them rolls royces
So anything less to me was very pointless
I'm ridin up the block with the top off
Choppas on deck, case blocked off
Throwing up in the hood, have me paranoied
Life in the line of fire, cover the blazing of my voice
No fun when the party ain't a party to you
Tryin to phase away and now the police stick the body to you
First 48 gotta keep your lips sealed
Next 48 part of the newest ville
My goons on patrol tryna figure who squealed
Right before you feed the beponies just get they crew pealed
They just talk about move all the gold though
Mind headshots are playin the bridges over and you're dead


I'm strolling in my long share and shawty underneath
Disappearing like my name is merlin
The magician, have you leakin that nutrition
Speak go to cuff, track him down like a mad memory
Man listen, these cowards actin like women
Soon to get you, when he's on his ass pimpin
Out the back door, runnin when they mouth off
Til i deck em in the catch, makin house calls


The streets is cold as ice
Move with precision, boy don't slip ah
Got your foreign lights
Black hoodie season, nigga give it up
My mama was cryin cuz it hurts
Because in life that's just workin
This time i've grown just as cold
It's nothing but colder days
It's nothing but colder days
So cold ouchea,
It's nothing but colder days
Days, days
It's nothing but colder days

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