Still checking if the place still cold
Moving in a way no place no snow
Straight chillin' with my niggas and shiver
Thinking about the sun lay thoughts on the river
Move back nigga, move back nigga
Fake Jordan-ass whack-ass bitch nigga
I come packed with eleven damn shots
I claim this city and I take your spot
Stay thinking about a white one
Thinking about a bright sun
That I changed straight from the dark shit
No take when I'm playing with the black gun nigga
You ain't never been a god since the last run
No stats in the place that's you
A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe