I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better
You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,
Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her
No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather
But you don't seem to be under the weather.
My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever
Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!
Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her
Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,
You got to have your game tight
Like the chimes on a warm summer night
Whether any weather, nobody doing it better
So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather
Whatever weather, cold or warm
December 4th a star was born
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