[Verse]
I feel the frost, it's winter, hop off the porch
Come back in a Porsche waving the torch
Blowing smoke out the compound with the cartel
White girl riding shotgun if the cops come
Strive, I sit back and I pop one
Flow like making out with a shotgun
Mark my words until the shots come
I'll probably hit a wall before the stop button
I told Jay fuck with his day job
By that night we were in Hollywood
I be knowing that they be hating on me
Low-key, true say though it's high-key
Know they hating, no they don't like me
But they gon' wheel it like they were biking
I recite and then they bite it
Told my ting when I touchdown I'ma spike it

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Smoking at the party 'cause I'm anxious
Can't let my guard down 'cause its dangerous
If I don't see the angles it is angels
Rest in peace, they're hungry and they are angered
Don't sip no Jäger, I'm sober, voice on my shoulder, remember
They were killing all summer, won't see the sun in November
Won't see your seed in December, missing your presents
They say the presence a gift