Itll be Icey Cold cold weather in infernos fore I geta dropping dimes on my homies or my enemies Ima ride it out do what I do to um in the end all I have is my word n my balls live it like Montana go out like tony off the white swinging hammers top floor peeling caps like a villain if I go I go out while the world is mine onda globe still spinning glowing balling living stoic take um to da bank whipping inda foreighn laughter only sound as I pass the hater looking lonely face of a fool living foolish why dat boy playing gangster when he can’t even aim da tooly boy claiming he a shooter every shooter in my presence one or two notches ask the angels in the city braud day put dem souls away get these haters out my face off my page pussy motherfuckas stealing game n they ain’t even paid to elevate mad at the king cause I doubled up my pay diamond up the ring 24 karat up the chain pockets full safe too oh shit wasn’t I supposed be dead twenty years ago hell getting real cold real real real cold what would Jesus be without his crown a thorns a couple doubters throwing stones even sacrificed by his own rising above it that what make a gold soul that what make the world say whoa bring it motherfuckers is that best y’all can do I don’t think u understand underestimated what u had up in ya hands now u holding dirt while I’m counting grands living life eternal in the mind body n the soul catch the wave or die slow …