[Chorus: Kold-Blooded]

Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track

Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back

Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad

SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that

Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track

Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back

Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad

SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that

Some skimmin' steppin' it up Get booked, get it down from my thang

I'm runnin' up on these hoes likе what? No, y'all just can't hang

These wannabes makе me laugh I swear, all of them be so lame

Your past is not a gangsta, bitch Your soul is too tame

I'm pullin' up my content, you assassin I make it happen, all that mid-ass rappin'

You flappin', not even a factor To cover the body, I needed to rent a fucking tractor

But I laughed when it happened Cause I actually buried the bastard

My master torture tactics advanced Your shit is practical

I came up with some better shit Than yours while on the toilet, boy

From the coalition all the way to the go-take My mission's never changed

None of my verses are throwaways But still, I be callin' them out

I never did have any doubt Anybody really wanna get into it

With me is takin' a death row How many times do I gotta kill these motherfuckers

To know I ain't fuckin' around? I'm ruinin' all me kids

We back in this bitch forever, been holdin' it down

I'm in this graveyard, meth in my hand I'm lookin' around, I see the faces of the ghosts in my past

I'm thinkin' about what it would be like to be a monster, my last intermediate

Dimensions needed such in the past Shit that glass in my toast is a

I be walkin' the road But I'm trippin' up in heaven

Till the abyss startin' meets the unknown

I got the devil on my shoulder And he's trappin' me home

He's tellin' me the truth, he's tellin' me that But I already know

In my shoe walkin' tough I be startin' to fuckin' find

The human race is facin' the threat when I'm from behind

My legit's a curse, but so is the fuckin' mind

Depression and obsession are the weapons of the mind

Takin' the money back into the woods I be takin' the prize

I put it in my goods, grindin' up on these leaves

Since I suck it, we know it's in the down of my foot

Stirrin' up as a treeline

It's tough, but never makin' the victim find

I ask him on my purpose and he says I'm doin' fine

Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever

We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper

And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by

Tick-tock, time is a knock We gon' live forever

We don't mind the clock I heard you sing the weeper

And he can meet my Glock And if it jams on me, watch my night go by

Every day I'm supposed to die But when they see me in the cut

I'ma roll up with the posse, man We hangin' out the window

Comin' up, press the lock

Tell me what it is and what it do

T-T to the E-D, down for my true, true

Death and that's a schema, six to nine, foe

Got you trippin', I'ma keep it rippin'

Cause they wanna die slow, what you know?

We comin' up with the quickest, layin' down with the

Step back down, cause I'm hell bound

Don't you come around, foe

Schema creepin' up on the track

We comin' to break the bed, grab your shack

Bust the gap to the back of a cop car

Give me five star when it drop, drop

And we comin' to reach up on the top

I'm goin' in, like I'm mixed with the juice and the gin

Pocket zigzags, I'm rollin' off in a tin

Fuck it, better take your gin and just tuck it

Let the colors tell you that I'm a frantic boy

[Chorus: Kold-Blooded]

Schema the fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track

Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back

Comin' off on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad

SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that

Schema fuckin' posse, boy, clippin' up on the track

Motherfuckers wanna talk, better watch yo' back

Comin' up on the top, watch these hoes gettin' mad

SchemaBoy's makin' noise, never stop, and that's that