NEVER COLD

Live like a blunt that. Light for the money that. Live like a blunt that. Light for the money that. Black bricks, graffiti the mailbox. Hold that summer corn plant, shame not an Xbox. Blue and short, shame rust on the paint. His mama in the window frame, praying that the Weed fades. Late night, phone buzz, rush my Footsteps. Red leaf on block, under that mansion. Cops ride slow, eyes cold like the summer weed Face. Late night, make a call. Live like blunt that. That. Live like a blunt that. Light for the money that. Bred in the gutters, that's life where I'm From. Whole hood humming like a hand on the Drum. Kids learn fast how to run, How to numb. Just trying not to die where The fuck, where we from. Bred in the gutters, that's life where I'm from. Sleep with one eye, see the sun, Then you up. Heart stone, can't trust, can't stop. Just trying not to die where the fuck, where We from. Brown bag, hoodie on head, Little booms in the air. Everybody think they know, big cousin in the munch. I swerve on the Frisco, easy stops in the Low. Rules spoke, arguments settled through the Paper. Bail walks, next day quiet, Then a jerk on the phone. Talking cold, word to the booth like the soul Creeps. Every batch, you ain't feeling punchy when You sleep. Live like blunt that. Light for the money that. A blunt That. Light for the money that. Gutters, that's life where I'm from. Whole hood humming like a hand on the drum. Kids learn fast how to run, how to numb. Just trying not to die where the fuck, where We from. Bred in the gutters, that's life where I'm from. Sleep with one eye, see the sun, Then you up. Heart stone, can't trust, can't stop. Just trying not to die where the fuck, where From. Live like a that. for the money that. Live like blunt that. Light for the money That