[Verse]

Death potent as that new shit waitin' in your mailbox

Fuck, I'm gon' be collectin' thoughts 'til the hail stops

Long winter, foregone sinner

Don't deserve dinner

Watch Survivor while you high as fuck and try to pick the winner

Wrong every time, often divide

The left brain right with the spoken word

But never with intention

Let the, let the, let the, let the ink dry

Broken pens, stained notebook

It's ruined all the words that's unspoken, gon' remain booked

Inside jail cells made of paper, words are celly too

Unreleased Reverie tracks that almost made it through

You should pay your dues, I can't pay my dues

Remember me and Zelly used to smoke blunts and forty-deuce

That was so long ago, time got a stronghold

On your mind and your throat, choose your words, careful so

Nobody could misquote you and your life's credit

They only gon' respect you when you in that pine box, bitch

Don't hand me none of your contracts, I won't fuckin' sign it

You want my fuckin' soul, then you gon' have to come and pry it

[Chorus]

From my cold dead hands, cold dead hands

One of you gon' take it from my cold dead hands

From my cold dead hands, cold dead hands

One of you gon' take it from my cold dead hands

[Outro]

(Some shit like—, some shit like—, some shit like that)

(Some shit like—)

(Cold dead hands, cold dead hands)

(One of you gon' take it from my—, yeah)

(Cold dead hands, cold dead hands)