[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
As I get a little bit closer to my goals
Some shit still sits on my mind
Everybody said that the real world's cold
I can feel it in my fingers, I know they ain't lyin' but
I ain't staying in line for shit
I can wait a little while for a shiny whip
But I keep getting hotheaded when I'm in the cold (cooldown, cooldown, cooldown)
And I'm lookin' at the clock like I never been this old (you're old as shit, my n***a)
Tryna reach the top by taking things slow
[?]
Yeah
It was [?] my soul
My heart feels heavy like it's filled with lead
I feel oppressed at the sight of feds
My best friend's wrist got twist and bent
Chillin' at [?] the people's event

[Verse 2]
Siren sound in the background
Now they're at the car door
Guess it's just 'cause my background
That I've been here before
Twist my head then look back 'round
Oh wow, couple more (wow, wow, okay, alright)
[Instrumental]