Lounging on my throne
With a crown full of thorns
Laughing rollin personals to the dome
High off another sash
I can feel it in my bones
I can feel it the air
Yeah I feel it in my soul
Lurking in the trenches
Trapping out the trap home
Feeling so alone
Yeah I was losing weight
Had to grow a backbone
These poems my religion
When I'm in my rap zone
Candy red paint on that old school buick
Got a little money and i blew right threw it
I get to it
Cut the check just do it
You wanna take my bag
Motherfucker press ya luck
Bitch im up
Im up
Up
Im up
Up
Up, up, up, up
Candy red paint on that old school buick
Got a little money and i blew right threw it
I get to it game is sold never told
Welcome to the frozone
Hoe they call me ice cold
Mwahahahaha
Sub zero wins
Flawless victory
Candy red paint on that old school buick
Got a little money and i blew right threw it
I get to it
Cut the check just do it
You wanna take my bag
Motherfucker press ya luck bitch im up
Im up
Up
Im up
Up
Up, up, up, up
