Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brace as you feeling cold like the winter snow
I flew in December defeating my slumber I'm drowning and you'll never know
Blasted, blasted, with the pressure, pressure
Among the lord, succumb to me under pressure, aye
Brace
Look at the slits on my wrist
Look at the blood in my piss
Cold as my heart
Tend to get better with this
But the time when around was a jit
Cold from the start
Grabbin' the “k” with intentions
You bust it, but niggas be jumpin'
And plus if you add it up, add it up, put it up in your heart
Pussy might fry your heart