Verse 1

Niggas crossing eyes and dotting tees

That's a metaphor for niggas bleed, then they fall asleep

They Body hit the ground like autumn leaves when them bullets spring

Shells be hot as summer time, but flesh turn to winter breeze

That’s cold nigga

Imma cold nigga

Imma gold nigga

Im da goat nigga

Not a game it ain't nothing sweet

You Know I keep a flame a couple thangs in them dungarees

So weather DC is frozen or not know I come heat

I guess my city raised me well

Growing up was crazy hell

On the block where Cain would sell

There the cops they came we bail

I ain't tryna see no jail

Naw I ain’t tryna see no cell

I ain't tryna see that place

Hustling since the age of 8

Papa told me I'd be great

Mama taught me say my grace

Mama gave it all she had

We was poor but always ate

Now look at my mama pad

Thanking God that now we straight

Cus living off Rhode Island Ave

This coulda went a different way, fuck you mean

Chorus

Off wading through Holy water

This Holy war

I see they fake wanna show me love but they soul ain't pure

It's give and take I know it now I ain't know before

I'm feeling great I'm nosferatu down to the core