Don't shit fuck with me, I'm too cold
Ain't shit fuck with me

Coming from a city where dem boys pitch rocks and da cops don't come pray avoid those shots
or your corpse be cold yes da block be hot, looking out da window suggest you not,

Still shit don't fuck with me, I'm too cold,

So cold so cold so cold,

Bus stop early in morning,
Bust shots family in mourning,
Bucks shots kicking ya door in,
Shots go from raining to pouring,
Slugs hot as papa bear porridge,
soon as I step out da door it's,
red stains and rigor mortis,
just keep looking forward ignore it,

I don't see shit I don't say shit I ain't heard a damn thang,
just keep it moving, suppressed confusion, I ain't feeling no way,
should be shaking, should be crying, water falling from eyes,
should be calling my momma, instead I'm desensitized,

Don't shit fuck with me, I'm too (gun shots)
Ain't shit fuck with me

Coming from a city where dem boys pitch rocks and da cops don't come pray avoid those shots
or your corpse be cold yes da block be hot, looking out da window suggest you not,


I dun seen a nigga get clapped, head split open like a Venus fly trap, scared as a bitch tryna hold my cry back, 30yr soak still ain't cleansed dat blood bath,
7 yrs old I ain't even tell my momma, I just dug holes tryna bury that trauma, wetting my bed nervous bladder pajamas,
(shut up nigga) But I gotta tell someone
(I said shit up nigga) but I gotta say something
(shut up!)

ok I pushed it down in myself, built up the walls protecting my health, relied on self ain't ask for no help, memory strong but feelings I left,
like I ain't need no one,
tickled myself until my feelings numbed, never thought about, just how deep it runs,

Don't shit fuck with me, I'm too cold
Ain't shit fuck with me

Coming from a city where dem boys pitch rocks and da cops don't come pray avoid those shots
or your corpse be cold yes da block be hot, looking out da window suggest you not,

Still shit don't fuck with me, I'm too cold,

So cold so cold so cold,

Bus stop early in morning,
Bust shots family in mourning,
Bucks shots kicking ya door in,
Shots go from raining to pouring,
Slugs hot as papa bear porridge,
soon as I step out da door it's,
red stains and rigor mortis,
just keep looking forward ignore it,

*(Ron B. verse)

Don't shit fuck with me, I'm too (gun shots)
Ain't shit fuck with me

Coming from a city where dem boys pitch rocks and da cops don't come pray avoid those shots
or your corpse be cold yes da block be hot, looking out da window suggest you not,

So cold so cold so cold,

They never do believe whenever I tell'em seen, a nigga lose his life right fo' my very eyes my spirit been filled with ice, true feelings buried inside never present they hide, no wonder I never cried,
so numb had crossed my mind, maybe a suicide,
be Mike that brew inside, no wonder my favorite line is,
Fuck it