Heart On Froze

C-c-conductor

Ayo, you fuck niggas will never, ever get close to this (Never)

Rose out the coke, smoke to gold quote vocalist

Dior coat with the toast in it

Steppin' on your throat, niggas know I got the game in a cobra grip (Ha)

My name been critically acclaimed, this the culture shift

Back out, aim, smoke your shit (Bow!)

The Glock got a clip that extend and hang low from it

Got a flip-phone for the fiends, no associates (Nah)

Stacks in the Fendi shoebox I'm selling potent shit

Quick, how I went from broke to rich

Say you "The greatest of all time" shit that you do, typical

Slice the goat throat likе the voodoo ritual (Whoa)

Sacrifice, you still be a bum in your aftеrlife

Fingertips numb from bagging up white, half the night

Lost your motherfuckin' mind if you think you rap alike (Fuck outta' here)

You broke and I get brolic checks like Off-White Nikes

The homie call me "Bloody" like a jailhouse knife fight (Whoa, oh)

Get you any work for the right price

Before my raps ever saw the light, swear my life was just like vice

Drugs lnc dealing with plugs, fiends with crumpled up dubs

Wax paper, scale mask and the gloves

Know to differentiate between the hate and the love

It's what it is, mother-fuck what it was (Fuck it)

I rose above all the crabs tryna' keep me down deeper in mud (Haha)

Gold slugs when I smile, keep weed in my lungs

As far as wins you niggas never seen one, nigga (Never, fuck outta' here nigga)

Mind on money, heart on froze (Bow, bow)

Gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (Doot)

Razor blade on the table I used to chop the O's

Keep my Gucci soles, in a rapper fuckin throat

Mind on money, heart on froze (Bow, bow)

Gun barrel on fire, smoke out the nose (Doot)

Razor blade on the table I used to chop the O's

Keep my Gucci soles, in a rapper fuckin throat

Ayo, check

Time is money if it ain't bouta' dollar then I ain't got a minute (Nah)

You slow niggas I'll teach you something like Bobby Hemmitt

Negotiate I only slide with a high percentage

You eighty-fives plagiarize but you guys finished (Yall niggas dead)

I'm going global, they love my shit like a Bon Jovi vocal, this dope on pro-tools

You niggas been lost ain't close to my old moves (Nah)

The goals been to monetize and grow to a mogul

Rise past the backstabbers, put tats on my old wounds

No snake eye hoes, her aura gotta' be oshun (Uh huh)

So smooth, for error it's no room

For real I was in between a deal, bag of pills and a dope spoon, nigga

FUCK OUTTA HERE!