Hail mary nigga, run quick see
I'm cold on the cold turkey
He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight
Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side
Skill to skill, i kill to kill
As i light one for ill will
Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,
At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego
These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow
Skipping class and growing cold
The truth shall be told
We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
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