Cold Soul

Tired of you f*ck ass niggas not knowing how to answer the mother fucking phone Bitch I called you, talking 'bout today Talking 'bout and I quote, the next hour So bitch, call me the f*ck, back Or learn how to answer your fucking phone They say home is where your heart is when your mind gone I started thinking bout that mansion, with my pride alone Been taking way too much advantage of my time stone Hundreds snapping back to my reality like dry bones He went to war for infinity links just to find out it's rhinestone So why the f*ck they telling me that I should die for em Huh Oh, what the f*ck now you got lock jaw Gotta have a cold soul to hit the top floor Truth kills, they said it's too ill But if the liars stay alive, I know I'm too real I put in blood sweat and tears the way I'm bleeding for them blue bills I'm standing 10 until my shoes filled That shit be crazy Get pissed for 5 minutes then flush my brain in the basement I stared at bloody marry, not even reflections phase me I put myself in shit just to see if that shit can change me It's clear that I ain't changing, not till them crackers chain me To make it worse I know the more I put myself in shit, it's finna hurt I'd rather kill myself before you put me in a hearse I've done a lot of dirt, clean it up in every verse (Better keep that back door closed) I swear to God them Hell Gates will open if you don't And that's no joke My exes spinning back, when I don't need em tho What the f*ck I look like trynna double back those hoes I can't rap those quotes Can't jack those codes You niggas always tripping bout that last ho' no I'll brat-tat-tat bro's soul, then I'll smack bro's ho' Send that pussy back a virgin, with that last hole closed