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Yeah this heart of mine is pretty cold, might need a winter coat
Give all my blessings to my peers, had to let them know
Verse on a metronome, time used to tick on
I done had a little room to think, but I plead on
Need someone to lean on, in my adolescence I ain't, had no one to bleed on
Drowning in my thoughts and I been, thinking bout what we on
Thinking bout what we saw
I could hit the stage for 20 minutes, get my green on
Yeah, like 20 minutes and I'm packing
Ima hit the road for a second quit the slacking
I got stripes up in this game, I been wasting my rotations
19 years in this shit, I got patience
I got family to worry bout, growing up and showing out
Album dates rolling out, hella gigs flying out
And I get more and more stresses in my life
Only thing to do is just cool for the night
This that denial from my closest peers
This that shit that push my index to the middle of my glasses
Honestly I always knew that I would end up here
Provider in my blood
Sleeping on the sofa, couple years, clutching on the trust
My old man spoke about money since I was three
Thirteen years later still occupying my b, my b, uh
Y'all niggas couldn't cypher my actions
Got a lighter and gasoline, just to light up the matches
I knew my worth, since a child kept a paper crown
See I used to struggle with a verse, now they struggling to bring me down
Never known black and white, the shade couldn't phase me now
Rain never changed the route
I chase what just ain't around
Keep my wrist busy, but my aim never shaky
How a nigga never miss but your bitch wanna lay him out
Sculptor and the marble so niggas could never shape me
Pray for Kzoba then pray for every older that hate me
I'm cool for the night nigga