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

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