Cold Blood Warm Nights

I like slapping people and people like getting slapped

Maybe we could be friends, sounds like a good deal

We could meet up and just beat the absolute fuck out of each other, sounds great!

Lately stay low-key, I do not cap no more

I'ma cap you if you showing at my street of course

Dodging people in my city like a Matador

I won't act like it'll be pretty, I been mad before

See 'em coming through my rearview like you 'bout to floor

But I got gas up in my pedal, and I'm past that Porsche

If you got beef you wanna settle, you'll get shred and torn

I got that blade, it'll leave you spread all like a bastard born

Yeah, from a plastic corpse, you fake, faceless the way

Take that name to my grave, but I missed it like fate

Know 1-7 the date when I filled up my plate

With the pills from the doctor to take away the pain

Since then, nothing been plain, shit, I got demons to race

And now I'm running my numbers and I been upping my pace

Yeah, that gone run up my stake 'til I gone blow and create

The existence I needed, bitch, there no freedom in chains

I said

Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit

Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit

Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch

Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense

Your ego, finitio, them people be evil

No see-through, I detour to run around

I don't want to put them underground

Hollow tip, bullet, I gut you out

You see what I mean, do our chi, don't be equal

I frequent the freak show then fuck around

I got yo' bitch in my dungeon now

She got that dick by the dozen now

I got that clique that gone buzz them pounds

Fuck up the court, we go run them fouls

She the main course, know I love that sound

Crying my name when our love in doubt

That kinda fucked but I'm fucked up as well

Cancer being spreading inside in my cells

Keeping it cold 'cause I know I bring hell

Bitch I stay froze 'cause it keep it me well

I said

Boy, get up off my dick, you ain't seen shit

Boy, fucking with yo' clique like it mean shit

Boy, rolling up my sticks, you a fiend, bitch

Boy, don't think you exist, you on defense

Boy, get up off my shit you ain't seen shit, yuh