I’m in a cell
Cold as fuck
Winterfell
What the hell
The country been hell since winter fell
Through
And brought the virus
Now that we’re centered and stuck inside with
all of our vices
Aye what you been smoking on
What liquor you put your ice in
What demon you having a conversation with
while dealing with Trump and Biden
I ain’t on a high horse, my nigga I’m drunk off violence
The media feeding murders, racists, riots
Pussy, money, diamonds
Look
I’m inclined to decline
Any time, but me time
I sit back often reflecting
They say they need our protection
But I was born with infection
Misogynistic injection
The pain I feel in their cries
It made me think on the lies
That we were told in our circle
I know my words have been hurtful
In the past
But I promise to change and move forward better
than the person you knew and it’s sad
Action speak louder than words
So we gon have to do a lot of steppin’ if to we hope to make up for our gaffes
Bridge
I’m in a cell cold as fuck
Shorty
Hit my line told me open up
But my soul is stuck
Damn
Verse 2
I got friends and fam that I’d die for
I got fire work, like July 4
And you bitch niggas been an eye sore
Fredo hit my line, with a fire beat
Cuz I got heat, like we in Miami back in 06
I’m like young Bron, I should drive more
Was a baby on Beatties ford
In a Honda, but wasn’t shit one accord
Love my mama, for hardships she did endure
Yea I miss her, but I know her heart is pure
We was down, but we up by the final score
Don’t you front like you knew me, when I get rich
Yea
Fuck being player, where’s ownership
Damn
Fuck being hater, we grown as shit
Look
I innovate with this rapping gift
Your word as bond with the asterisk
She Nia long with that actin’ gift
We Cheech and Chong, till the break of dawn
Baby pass the spliff
That’s a past life, was a masochist
I been reading books
Learning adages, I been eating healthy
Cut the additives
I been working out, gotta stay on track
Running laps and shit
Bridge 2
Yea
Dawg
I’m hot as fuck, how could you box with a burning sun
Don’t fuck with cops, they some murderers
Maybe not all, but a bad apple is a spoiled bunch
And thanks to the system they spoiled fucks
And thanks to these issues I deal with lust
And though I may miss you, you lost my trust
What’s a blind eye to a blind eye
What’s a wise guy draped in ignorance
What’s a black panther raised on militance
What’s a system built for our censorship
We learned looting tactics from you pillaging
While y’all capitalize on your citizens
