Five Degrees

Worry 'bout yourself baby, I'll be good

I just wanna die in peace tonight

You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood

Feeling like it's five degrees tonight

Everybody cold where I come from

Cut your mans down, you was looking for a come up

Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers

Don't stutter, slang from the gutter, gotta' bang for ya' butter

Got my name from my mother

No other, shining thru' the shutter

Say she over me, whatever cause she underneath my cover

Bet you wish you had my flow

I know I'm dope, I could ask your hoe

Bet you wish you got me mad, you don't, you won't, not never, Stop blowing up my phone

You wanna run that shit back for me?

Worry 'bout yourself baby, I'll be good

I just wanna die in peace tonight

You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood

Feeling like it's five degrees tonight

Everybody cold where I come from

Cut your mans down, you was looking for a come up

Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers