Another Cold Day in Hell (feat. Seed of 6ix)

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From a southern state where they used to write candy paint
Taking cane to the brain and often slizz it on drank
But is it insane that I'm twisted distant from fame
You insist that I came, ignorance blitzing to flames James

Dope must be in hell, catching hell like NFL
I tried to see eye to eye, but I see I fail
Paper trails, got niggas singing like damn Adele
Lean cup runneth over like the holy grail

Slowly sail up the stream, on a percocet
Without a sail or a stream, I can make a bag
Easy task, thinking all green like Peter Pan
And if the feds watching, I'ma be fresher than Dapper Dan

Clap your hands, if you ever went to go whack a man
I'ma turn into a gospel choir band, amen
Still I stand, still, who the man, on demand
Whole team gon' ride like we're Ubering, like

Impossible fork, sorcerer
Peel red gauze off a corpse's heart
Dr. Holmes, surgical tongs
Sterilised guns, pick flesh apart

Incubus host, diabolical ohms
Hell brim-fire, slave control
Six feet below, memorial stone Like Drury Lane, overrun with ghosts

Inject ash, veins corrode
Phone lines drop, blood dissolve
Nightshade, Mandrake enter my soul
Cold as Bohemian Grove

Overdose, passing O's
Hit me a lick under ritual bones
Outside home, decompose
Drawn into hell by the piercing cold

Slizz it on drank
But is it insane that I'm twisted distant from fame
You insist that I came, ignorance blitzing to flames James

Dope must be in hell, catching hell like NFL
I tried to see eye to eye, but I see I fail
Paper trails, got niggas singing like damn Adele
Lean cup runneth over like the

Bitch, we hard bodies, so stay on the still of your boots
We still totals, run them down, chasing frivolous fruits
Though reality, most can't make a mill in a suit
So they jump off the porch, cause you can't chase a mill on a stoop

Blood lands through my hands like the sands of the hourglass
Life fading, death awaits, time has passed
I can't recount the past, bitch, I'm recounting cash
Walked in from the salad stash, the grip in the sandwich bag

Hit your block, walk up to your door, no time to pick the lock
Get the drop, kick it down, round, bout to pick your stop
I run out the back and through the grass like I'm mowing lawns
On a notepad, it be the only time your guns are drawn

Out for funds, but sometimes I guff a fund
Get too used with the tongue, bet it ain't no one on ones
Bitch, I'm coming on, gun bark, equip the muzzle
Go from dogs to bitches when they touch you

Bedlam door, Ouija board
Woke up alive in a mental ward
Weaved into fog, my thoughts deplore
Locate the tomb of an anti-god

Conscience gone like Cherrie Mahan
Lean cup, stutter, double up
Sacrifice souls to the Lord below
The year 1822 underneath the mud

Won't survive, butcher knives
Blood filled cracks, homicide
Infiltrate death like a parasite
Innocents drowned by horror sites

Paralyzed, sent to die
Deep underground where bones reside
Eyes roll back, bending time
Fading to black at my demise

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