cold to the touch

cold to the touch now who likes facts packs track packs now Who got ya back when ya all alone do you still stack....up so what... a dog to a pup boss shit , ya Lost it ya cry ballistic the target ya missed it go shit some bricks kid you can't flip it ya better just flush it rhyme My flow I know ya feelen asmatic I'm feelen fantastic' astatic astetic inside still depressed I hide that I'm like this ya can't believe it Wesa Wesa motha Fucka im just here on business and I don't give a dam if I made ya shit list wanted life's bright like someone want me yo it ain't worth the time but you know I don't mind though try to leave it behind the memory's of the night mares I see that haunt me from the reality of things I done n seen n that's light to some to me it's life that I can't run from since 13 I owned a *WHOOP*WHOOP* never had to *WHOOP WHOOP* I just show em the *WHOOP WHOOP* that make em boot scoot it's hard to say it but I'm not that guy hate ya heart out but atleast I try sorry I been PG- Atleast I try though fuck the high roads fuck the low roads ya know I only go where the cash flow fuck the savings I'm bout the payroll if it ain't moved it's standing still that's why the lowest of us got our savings in pills you'd think it was Viagra it grows between ya lips ya know ya want that drip flow from the drippy nympho alcoholic with some chronic slang so outdated I'm urban hooked on phonex still doing it cuz I still don't give a fuck