A Cold Day In Hell

You throw rocks and hide your hands

Mad I'm in the Justice League with Batman

Your image is a fallacy

I have an allergic reaction to you 'cause I got a fake **** allergy

The peanut gallery wants me to take a kneel

Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell

Yeah, in this game of life

Too many would rather maliciously maneuver

Than make genuine moves with integrity

Foes pretend to be bros, and hoes wanna get chose

But I'm not playing these dumb ass games

You'll fuck around and get knocked off the Chess board

All these lil' **** like to talk about each other

Then they get around one another and call each other brothers

But behind his back you're hissing and whispering, you don't trust that ****

Wanna convince other people to say "Fuck that ****"

A week later, be together like "I love that ****"

I'll be standing there like "What the fuck was that, ****?"

Got nothing to do with me, I stay above that, ****

But keep all this in mind next time you hug that ****

Drain your energy to fuck with them

It sucks within, they syphon from your soul and your spirit like a death eater

Speak behind my back and then they smile in my face behind a fuckin' grin

'Cause them hoes know that I'm a death bringer

A hit dog gon' holler and you a dead ringer, lil' bitch

Don't be a dead singer, naw, he just gon' point the finger

Let all that resentment linger

What is it to gain the world and lose your soul? I'm a believer

I was staring at the clock and it was moving like a snail

That could make you get salty and start weighing on your health

Yeah, that can get costly, start weighing on your wealth

That's the type of shit that make you start staying to yourself

I'm proud to say I lived to tell the tale

But them type of folk was hoping that we never would prevail

There's a war going on outside, oh well

Hold your breath if you hoping for us to fail

That'll be a cold day in hell... lil' bitch

I suppose maybe that's the way life goes

Still ain't got no love for these hoes

Never choose 'em over my bros

Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell

I suppose maybe that's the way life goes

Still ain't got no love for these hoes

Never choose 'em over my bros, lil' bitch

Ayo, these **** finna make me have to use my high voice

****, what you wanna do? But for the moment, inside voice

I chose to be frozen, the coldest shoulder is by choice

You meddle with me and that shit'll get your deprived, boy

Look alive, boy!

See, when the snake is in the open, that's when they get to rattling

Battling whatever demon they perceiving inhabitant

Actors in full pacifist attitudes that of a savage

It catapults a fuckin' barrage of inadequate bastards

First I really try to be the one supporting

Even if I show for moral from a bird's-eye

Who you get referred by?

Best to come to terms and see humility

That's when you'll really see what you was hurt by (Let's go)

A simple public service announcement, no misunderstanding

This is Que Sera Sera, it's a product, who business we handling

Anybody get to resisting, them **** is gambling

Sit your five dollar ass down, Nino, I'm cancelling

Staring at the clock and it was moving like a snail

That could make you get salty and start weighing on your health

Yeah, that can get costly, start weighing on your wealth

That's the type of shit that make you start staying to yourself

I'm proud to say I lived to tell the tale

But them type of folk was hoping that we never would prevail

There's a war going on outside, oh well

Hold your breath if you hoping for us to fail

That'll be a cold day in hell... lil' bitch

I suppose maybe that's the way life goes

Still ain't got no love for these hoes

Never choose 'em over my bros

Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell

I suppose maybe that's the way life goes

Still ain't got no love for these hoes

Never choose 'em over my bros

Lil' bitch, that'll be a cold day in hell