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 fuck 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 it 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 jger 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 presents they say the presence a gift1