My shoulder got way too cold I'm starting to turn everybody away from me My shooter damn way too cold You better start runnin', he armed and dangerous I gave you my favorite coat, whatever it costs to call you my bae You know you my favorite ho' You make me one call, I'm on my way Just starting to talk about what's next I don't think that it look too good for us And I don't wanna talk 'bout how you feel Every morning, I doubt if I'm good enough Keeping in touch every four, five days I'm starting to think that's not too good for us I missed my shot, but I hit his haze This sh—, got kickback, shit go du-du-du Postponing the shit I did take hard I'll get back to you tomorrow I know we was late to the start But I'm good right here for a while I'm good right here for the night We'll make your bed in the morning Tryna keep my head up high It's the space right here on my shoulder It's no one to blame, the feeling's the same It's still gon' look at us different I'm losing my brain, been spending my days Just looking for something that's missing You play with the gang, we won't leave you one trace Can't take heat, get out the kitchen I'm staying the same I'm paving my way, can't take me out of commission My shoulder got way too cold I'm starting to turn everybody away from me My shooter damn way too cold You better start runnin', he armed and dangerous I gave you my favorite coat, whatever it costs to call you my bae You know you my favorite ho' You make me one call, I'm on my way (I'm sick of running from myself) Yeah, fuck it, let's hop in a tank I like I walk through the bank And me and my brodies like Ratchet and Clank Bro, go take a shower, I swear that you stank Bitch, I'm pourin' up, this ain't even drank And I know that FK got my flame Bitch, I'm with my bestie, pockets hefty, and we hop in a Ksubi and Crank (Yuh) Kane got my sticks, why they talking shit? I don't even understand it (Shit) I can never quit, I don't, I don't wanna make 'em panic You ain't even slick, you ain't got a stick, boy, I think you going manic I ain't wanna admit, your girl throwing hits, I ain't even really plan this (Yuh) You start pulling my weight, I made it walk for a second then stay I had to go put the flow on display I fuck around, put it back to the case I fuck around, throw a band to your face I fuck around, and they saying: Hooray I put the money, hunnid' valley We make him spin like he doin' ballet Boy, you been yappin' for years I swear this shit longer then one piece Better not play with the mob Can't guarantee that you'll leave, in like one piece Like, why you keep buying these clothes? I swear that you couldn't afford your lil' month lease I don't even wanna be in that country My shoulder got way too cold I'm starting to turn everybody away from me My shooter damn way too cold You better start runnin', he armed and dangerous I gave you my favorite coat, whatever it costs to call you my bae You know you my favorite ho' You make me one call, I'm on my way Just starting to talk about what's next I don't think that it look too good for us And I don't wanna talk 'bout how you feel Every morning, I doubt if I'm good enough Keeping in touch every four, five days I'm starting to think that's not too good for us I missed my shot, but I hit his haze This sh—, got kickback, shit go du-du-du