five degrees

worry 'bout yourself baby

i'll be good

i just wanna die in peace tonight

you can see it in my face

so i wear my hood

feeling like it's five degrees tonight

everybody cold where i come from

cut your mans down

you was looking for a come up

next summer

i'll be on a island

with your bitch and a bottle

and a pocket full of numbers

don't stutter

slang from the gutter

gotta' bang for ya' butter

got my name from my mother

no other

shining thru' the shutter

say she over me

whatever cause she underneath my cover

bet you wish you had my flow

i know i'm dope

i could ask your hoe

bet you wish you got me mad

you don't

you won't

not never

stop blowing up my phone

you wanna run that shit back for me?

worry 'bout yourself baby

i'll be good

i just wanna die in peace tonight

you can see it in my face

so i wear my hood

feeling like it's five degrees tonight

everybody cold where i come from

cut your mans down

you was looking for a come up

next summer

i'll be on a island

with your bitch and a bottle

and a pocket full of numbers