[Verse]
I feel the frost, it’s winter, hop off the Porsche
Come back in a Porsche waving the torch
Blowing smoke out the compound with the cartel
White girl riding shotgun if the cops come
Strive, I sit back and I pop one
Flow like making out with a shotgun
Mark my words until the shots come
I’ll probably hit a wall before the stop bu*ton
I told Jay f** with his day job
By that night we were in Hollywood
I be knowing that they be hating on me
Low-key, true say though it’s high-key
Know they hating, no they don’t like me
But they gon’ wheel it like they were biking
I recite and then they bite it
Told my ting when I touchdown I’ma spike
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
Smoking at the party ’cause I’m anxious
Can’t let my guard down ’cause its dangerous
If I don’t see the angles it is angels
Rest in peace, they’re hungry and they are angered
Don’t sip no Jäger, I’m sober, voice on my shoulder, remember
They were k**ing all summer, won’t see the sun in November
Won’t see your seed in December, missing your presence
They say the presence a gift