The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes
We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze
I don't really give a fuck
You're our own flesh and blood/
For real, a nigga ill
Ive got no license to kill
This shit get critical, always gotta get different one
I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done
Graveyards filling up with street blood
In that pretty red dress, let's fuck
These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow
Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw
Is a space that now you hold
Skipping class and growing cold
Rhymes flow through me like blood
Well, um, there's a but
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