Winter

My hands froze nigga A grown old nigga Fall to this mold I'm a stone cold nigga When the stars go willing Give my all hope wishing That my heart was enough For the dust Just to part for the one That I am Finna go better ghost broke Nigga With the smoke now It's on Killer Home with the Nigga And a gun to the dome Now he's stone Gone chilled to the bone With his guts gushing out Blood stained to the sun