Bitch goin cold, Bitch goin cold Bitch gone cold Bitch gone cold

Bitch on coke Bitch on coke Bitch on coke Bitch on coke

Bitch won't fold Bitch gon fold Bitch gon fold Bitch gon fold

Bitch gon fold Bitch gon fold Bitch gon fold

I can't fold, I can't fold I can't fold, I can't fold

I can't fold, I can't fold, I can't fold

I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold

I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold, I'm from the cold

They cannot hold, been on my toes

What can they tell me? I've been on my own

I've been the one to destroy on my lone

I was like Kevin, I was home alone

I was just seven, colder than frozone

My pops was locked up, he was just phonin' home

Only way I could see him was through a photo

I was like shit, I was like, "Oh no"

I'm from the mud with no sticks, no puddle

That's why I'm finna lift-off like a shuttle

It's no debate it's no rebuttal

This for the ones that said I would mumble

I was a kid who would get in trouble

It's 'cause I wasn't Lake I was just a puddle

I'm too deep in this shit you know I cannot ever just run it back

On my two feet, ball in my hand you know get the TD like a running back

I really been onto that, I really been in my bag

I swear I can't waste no time, I really been on my grind

I'm really just finna shine, I really been spreading light

I see all this shit with my third eye

"So what's really real?"

I told my baby I'd take her to Japan

Yeah

I'd give you everything I ever can

Give my mama a Benz so she don't gotta stress