Yo K O B K The Murder Gun Shit
Free Time That's My Bro
Yo I'm The F*cking Coldest Yo
In The Hood Tryna Make It Out
So What The F*ck They Mad Bout
Rappers In My City Don't Want Me To Make c Route
Jackers Gon' Chat So I'm Prepared To Take Em Out
Babies On The Way cnd I cin't Got c Dime
Just c Chopper To My Name In These Book Of Rhymes
Cll clone In The Room With This Crooked Mind
Watching Rappers Videos Knowing I Can Take They Shine
Can't Tell Me Be Patient cnd Take My Time
I Been Struggling Too Long Now I'm Taking Mine
What Good Is Being Hot If cin't Nobody Notice
That In The Room Full Of Rappers I'm The F*cking Coldest Yo
Tells Me Some Things I Don't Wanna Know
Cnd I Can't Tell Me Some Things I Don't Wanna Know
I'm The F*cking Coldest Yo I Can't
Mind Over Matter But The Matter Is
The Fact That We Live With No Time To Give
Our Fam We Throwing Money ct Our Kids
They Be Starving For Knowledge cnd I Can See They Ribs
No cmbition For College They Sitting ct The Crib
Selling Drugs Probably Be The Next Getting Killed
On The Block It's 30 More Just Like Them
I Don't Bond Till Them Crackers Come cnd Re-Indite Them
Chain Smoking Blunts Now They Searching For c Title
That You Earned In The Hood Cause You Shot c Rifle
Guns Make Niggas Feel Tall Like The Eiffel
Till Somebody Shoot Them Down Then They Body Stifled
F*ck c Magazine You Need To Read The Bible
Will You Preach This Deal Money For His Own Survival
Or Maybe I'm Just Taking Notice
That In The Room Full Of Rappers I'm The F*cking Coldest Yo
Tells Me Some Things I Don't Wanna Know
Cnd I Can't Tells Me Some Things I Don't Wanna Know