Lyrics:
Racks tall in the air like a skyscraper
Wrist cold as some ice, no refrigerator
Running game, Retro, like a fucking Sega
File cabinet,take notes, I'm full
the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat (uh)
The same soldier, it's me, myself and I
Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography
Range Rover,
had 'em
This is the return of the dragon
I'm not talking about, Bruce Lee
I'm talking about, true heat
And it look like you got cold feet
Step into
THE MIST FROM THE MOUNTAIN
Oh the mist from the mountains it swallows the trees
The hawk eyes his prey hovers still on the breeze
The cold air
the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely cause niggas wanna toast me
A-yo I gotta get
the flame
Don't preach the choir hearts cold freeze ya frame
He's insane I'll drop 3 just Crete my name
Seasons change long scope so I can peep their range
too many stars to count, I will not pretend
Freezing water, cold night air, man I'm just a goal to flip the competition
But it's me who is on a roll I'm
ran and weapons are shipped out
The press finds out, then the public is tripped out
New tax the acts and half the drug industry
Uncle Sam is my man,
pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat
truth introduce the soul/
The kid is too kouth even the coupe is cold/
The roof disappear the spaceship is a ufo/
I’m Sean Conn bombing out like Vietnam/
weapons that even make a coward say they grace
Have power to shake, sourly clowns to they wake
Lay groundwork on a tape
You drowned out at a lake
Come on,
the change to the clothes, don't leave games to these hoes
They just hop in the Range and we go
Switching lanes, baby, don't give me brains on the low
Never
pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat
I became a thin blue flame
Polished on a mountain range
And over hills and fields I flew
Wrapped up in a royal blue
I flew over Royal City last
game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell,
friends, late night chattin' in my old Benz
Wilmslow Road in my 110's
I write the words in Strangeways like it's a cold pen
Crown court magistrates, I
game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell,
game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell,
Damn fen
Damn Fen this bitch cold
In the middle of the mitten
But I'm not smoking mids
You a nasty ass bitch
You be smoking cigs
I took a slab
state
A mountain range with its own entire lake
A chance to catch a break and loosen up from the day to day
You could catch some rays and relax in
I built you up
You tore me down
Our frozen lakes break on the ground
I am so cold
You are alone
I breathe in air
Your fog and smoke
Our mountain
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
Gucci or a boat I make hands go up
Hands in the air go up and down
I control alt delete I came to shut it down
Everything I do you know I do it for
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