Hot or Cold?
Ooo this is my jam yeah
Ooo this is my beat
Giving em the extra hot
I'm melting all the cheese
I'm coming up here with my God
It's all because of Jeez
Been getting me some blessings now
I still got my receipts
The way I'm turning tables
They should call me master P
I'm feeling really fresh right now
Aye shout out to febreeze
I know some baddies want me
But just one is good for me
I'm not your average player
I shoot 33 x 3
(and one)
I'm back in my bag
(I won)
His glory weighs a lot
(A ton)
Keep a bible not a glock
(A gun)
Got some runners on my side
(My mom)
Counting blessings don't got cash
Still Good at English don't like math
Breaking down walls just like glass
Poor white raper but I still like trap
I feel like this whole record is about bragging on me
So imma switch the table and I ain't gone say I'm sorry
Starting to feel comfortable I need to start running
Lost sight of the mission for a minute I was doubting
But then I saw clear
And I found what I was missing
Looking all around
And the serpent he was hissing
Feeding me the lies
That I fell and I was losing
I got back right
And reminded him of burning
Now I feel alright matter fact
I feel I'm too blessed
Been to hell and back
And I'm beating off of my chest
To God be the glory
I don't mean to say I'm the best
Say I'm too religious
I'm just me reflecting greatness
Ooo this is my meal yeah
Ooo this is my beef
Chew it up then swallow it
And tell me what you think
Got no ice up on my wrist
'Cause fire's what I breathe
But imma give you goose bumps
You can call me Mr. Freeze
I'm looking like vanilla
(Ice ice baby)
I'm Dreaming of Coachella
(That's nice baby)
I got you on my sofa
(It's getting hot baby)
And we gone play some uno
(Imma win baby)
Been cooking for a minute
Hoping I don't burn the sauce
But it's hard to over cook things
When my hair has got the frost
I think I caught a fever
See I'm iller than ill
But I don't got the sickness
See I'm chiller than bill
One of a kind
But homie I am not the one
I'm flying to the moon
While I point you to the son
I've lost a lot of battles
But the shame won't overcome
Standing firm on my foundation
While I'm running with the one
He blessed me with a outlet and He said buddy dont let go
I'm coming from the heavens when you ride I'm gone ride along
I'll be there with you through the trials that's credit to the episode
Imma make you holy I ain't about neither hot or cold
Ooo this is my beat
Giving em the extra hot
I'm melting all the cheese
I'm coming up here with my God
It's all because of Jeez
Been getting me some blessings now
I still got my receipts
The way I'm turning tables
They should call me master P
I'm feeling really fresh right now
Aye shout out to febreeze
I know some baddies want me
But just one is good for me
I'm not your average player
I shoot 33 x 3
(and one)
I'm back in my bag
(I won)
His glory weighs a lot
(A ton)
Keep a bible not a glock
(A gun)
Got some runners on my side
(My mom)
Counting blessings don't got cash
Still Good at English don't like math
Breaking down walls just like glass
Poor white raper but I still like trap
I feel like this whole record is about bragging on me
So imma switch the table and I ain't gone say I'm sorry
Starting to feel comfortable I need to start running
Lost sight of the mission for a minute I was doubting
But then I saw clear
And I found what I was missing
Looking all around
And the serpent he was hissing
Feeding me the lies
That I fell and I was losing
I got back right
And reminded him of burning
Now I feel alright matter fact
I feel I'm too blessed
Been to hell and back
And I'm beating off of my chest
To God be the glory
I don't mean to say I'm the best
Say I'm too religious
I'm just me reflecting greatness
Ooo this is my meal yeah
Ooo this is my beef
Chew it up then swallow it
And tell me what you think
Got no ice up on my wrist
'Cause fire's what I breathe
But imma give you goose bumps
You can call me Mr. Freeze
I'm looking like vanilla
(Ice ice baby)
I'm Dreaming of Coachella
(That's nice baby)
I got you on my sofa
(It's getting hot baby)
And we gone play some uno
(Imma win baby)
Been cooking for a minute
Hoping I don't burn the sauce
But it's hard to over cook things
When my hair has got the frost
I think I caught a fever
See I'm iller than ill
But I don't got the sickness
See I'm chiller than bill
One of a kind
But homie I am not the one
I'm flying to the moon
While I point you to the son
I've lost a lot of battles
But the shame won't overcome
Standing firm on my foundation
While I'm running with the one
He blessed me with a outlet and He said buddy dont let go
I'm coming from the heavens when you ride I'm gone ride along
I'll be there with you through the trials that's credit to the episode
Imma make you holy I ain't about neither hot or cold
Credits
Writer(s): James Grenagle
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