Cold Cardiac

Step up in the game You ain't ready for the madness Go and get the matches Yeah they tryna match this Started writing lyrics just so I could cure my sadness Then what happen? I went crazy with a mad pen Let the pad spin As I down another shot Go and jot another song I know I got a lot Chillin at the spot Lyrics on the skillet hot Always smoking up the pot With a bottle full of pop Go and watch this kid rock As I drop a couple bars Take a couple shrooms while we look up at the stars Go and take ya ass to Mars Grew up with the homies always Ridin' on our bikes Ducked off in the woods we were smoking on a pipe We were living good we were living right Now I see 12 year olds tryna recreate a dirty sprite What the f*ck man This world just sucks man man outside of Walmart tryna get a buck man Yeah good luck man I barely got a buck myself And I'm working 10 a day put the bread up on the shelf Yeah this life is hell But I'm going crazy at it Always Rollin bud I'm high up like a attic Grew up doing drugs Now my brain is turnin static Young Dust is selling dope And he's making addicts Lockem up in a jail He gets systematic Becomes a free man Yeah now he's right back at it Whatcha want Whatcha need Thinking I'll just stick to weed That bugging shit just ain't for me Leave that shit just for the fiends Had a couple homies go and choose their own lane Do their own thang Get the gold chains Also had a couple homies that got locked in We'll see you boys if you get out but no you ain't forgotten Just want a few dollars I can go get lost in Tell the teller write in my win Cause I'm betting on me No these rhymes ain't free I'm serving up these rhymes with some southern iced tea I don't wear Nik-es Just gimme vans please But it's f*ck a name brand I wear what I need And all I need is this shirt up on my back A Decent microphone Some weed and some wraps Some decent dope beats And a bed where I can nap I Wake up everyday hit the booth I'm living for these raps Cause withoutem I'ma kamikaze Drugged up zombie Alcoholic wombat strap your boots boys your man's ready for combat I know these other rappers yeah yeah they don't want that So we kick back smoke their ass like a blunt pack #1 spot yeah I want that Coming for these rappers heads Go ahead and swing the bat Gottem too quick they just cant react Knocked em out brain dead Yeah homie it's cold cardiac