boom boom let it down come to do be

Now it\'s the cold and I\'m gonna in we

Don\'t let it get to ya head play hah

Ain\'t a shell left I\'m ready for beef

Wrinkle mount of cream tape on a little gonna run around

Reminiscing on the handcuffs me we call home

Fist fight till we grown

I come up I gotta copy

It ain\'t hard to find me

You can go and cop coke how I get down

Talk of the Southside I sat back

Midnight thoughts and the beat feels broken

You were the verse I never quite spoken

Tryna hold on but I fold in cold

Now it\'s cold and I\'m stuck in alone

Bird shooting blasting with red look

Cuda with haze

You only spend time tryna watch every move I came in the deep house

Hold the chrome down for that baby did all raw

I don\'t play in no lane

If you ain\'t riding with me then you bound to lose

I don\'t need no team Pressure on my back, yeah, time don\'t wait, Clock tick loud, and my soul vibrates. You were the calm in my wildest storm, Now I’m writing pain in its purest form. This is when I can’t show you how much line, Still you stay, still you keep in mind.

Clock work nine, grind don’t rewind, Tryna keep you close, keep you mine. I was tryna talk, but I lost the sign, Words in my throat, got stuck in the climb. You were right there, I was lost in mine, Now we both ghosts in a moment of time.