Winters coming I see it
Pouring rain to no ending
Darkness clouding my vision
Finding a path ain’t easy
PV killin' my vision
Man I think I’m finished
K Camp got it easy
I’m still climbing six feet
Split said to come see em
Chozin open to sign me
I ain’t ready to show em
Nigga the world ain’t open
You a rapper that’s flowing
I’m a poet no poems
Let me tell you my story
Brother please don’t hoe me
Why you want a nigga like me who can’t speak
Can’t freestyle on a beat can’t sing or bring the heat
I’m a king without a throne entering a castle on my own
Hoping for someone see me mentally fighting in a world that’s so giant
I’m a ant with no guidance working three jobs to live lie
No one could tell me, So what’s the truth?
Shit can you tell? I don’t know
But if I grab a revolver load the chamber spin one time an pull trigger
Will I live, die, or have cold feet?
Will I have cold feet?
Will I have cold feet? Damn
I'm lookin' at the crazy man who Broke the mirror with his hands
Seven years of bad luck I guess this time I'm really fucked
So that's it, I'm at the end suicide's a rising trend bang
I'm gone blood spatter wonder if I even matter
Or my pockets getting fatter can bring me laughter in this world of disaster
Nigga Im ready to end this chapter
I’m tired of critics laughter
I’m tired of writing after
I’m tired of pushing shit with no back up I need a new plan to put in action
They really testing my patience looking for clout I can’t blame em
But its straining my motions going thru it might choke em
Talking on all the pain that I seen I can’t point fingers
Cause the mirror points em back at me
I wish this was a dream on my road to becoming king
I wish I was a rapper but lately the visions bleak
Too many roads to see so I split em down the seams
But they only roads I see
Cause I got cold feet