(Verse 1)

Still lookin' with a street perspective

Still tryna seek direction

But I'm lookin' with a bleak perception

Still tryna make key connections

Still tryna get a weeks extension on this weed investment

I still haven't been detected

But I'm still a U.C short of being arrested

And receiving a sentence for illegal possession

Cos of dealing intentions paying legal expenses

Tryna see it suspended

So I have to be attentive

But I still have beef intentions

With a sham I don't need to mention

Guess I see a need for vengence

Cos I'm still being egocentric

But listen 'til my breathing's still

If it manifests then I believe it's meant

You probably need to look deep to retrieve

The message

Sooner or later we'll all see the lesson

(Hook)

Cold and Calculated

In attitude and etiquette

(LD50 Style)

The cold side harbours my criminal form

Calculations form through analytical thoughts

Cold and calculated I'm of the chosen few

Don't speak to me unless... unless you're spoken to

And for the rest of my days I'll remain cold and calculated

Calculatedly cold

(Verse 2)

You never see me act hard done by

That's to be kept interior

Stressed inside with unaffected exterior

Never hear me talk

About the friends that I've lost

The word lost means they were never friends at all

If you see me don't attempt to pretend we talk

Or call me ignorant when you get ignored

I keep my circle small and it's justified

I didn't just decide

That we should just collide

Truth is that you were just disloyal

And what's sad is that I'm too hard headed to just look aside

Tried to put you wide

But that didn't work cos you'd just reply

That I'm immature

Well they say the biggest sign if maturity is admitting immaturity

So either I'm purely immature

Or Mature prematurely

Better that than the unjust

Of being just unworthy of being trusted

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

See being too cold that's the difference

Between indifference to shit that would leave the mind totally twisted

But being too Calculated?

That's the difference between instinction and

Paranoid inklings

Me? I'm a mixture

The genes I have are half of each

That formulates catastrophe

I used to try make relationships happen for me

And anytime they broke down?

Straight back to the streets

On my money's manufactured from trees

And trees manufacture money

Shit the cash I received

Invested into a dispatchal of weed

A mathematical key divided into three

Hundred three point point three's

With point two extracted for me from each packet

Maximum product is maximum profit

Which goes back into manufacturing weed

Which manufactures more cash

Back into weed

Back into cash

You ask me

That's more mutual than any fucking marriage could be

(Hook)