Cold Blooded

I'm a soldier, you're a farmer with the pitchfork

John Wick, kill every assassin on the switchboard

Expert at exerting texts, words with texture

Absurd, I axe murder tracks like I'm Dexter

Cold blooded, so sudden, nobody's breakfast

My guest list? Nobody. So bloody reckless

If I don't write, things are not very promising

Not many strong as him, but not lots of common sense

Shit caught a mil just on Japanese garmentry

Did more pills than the back of a pharmacy

Spectacle, skeptical, replicas blocked out

Put me in the ring, that's a technical knockout

Can' let these geeks have it, beast back to wreak havoc

Fresh dressing real savage, can't fuck with these fabrics

Guns up in each cabinet, shotty by the bed

If you break into my house, that's a body full of led

Somebody probably should have said, I am coming back for vengeance

To bury all my enemies and cherish all my friendships

Cutting all the people out my life that have no guts

Spazzing out on tracks, I just blackout and go nuts

Provocatively, talking awkwardly, you rocking with me?

Fucked up so many times, I let God forgive me

Thank God I can spit a sick 16

Drug money, rap money ain't worth sick sixteen

$130,000 on my whip wearing ripped jeans

$100,000 on my other whip, making quick cream

Cash rules everything around me, don't come through my boundaries

Everything I do, it's astounding

Underground king, then I got demoted

Now Carlito's in the bathroom, I'm reloaded

I don't give a flying fuck what you got recorded

Both my thoughts distorted, but I got rewarded

I'm a problem in the game, homie pass me the ball

I just hung another two plaques on my wall

'Cause I'm back from a relapse, cash 'cause I freelance

I snap like a tree-branch on tracks made my C-Lance