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 f**k 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

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 presence

They say the presence a gift