Winter
My hands froze nigga
A grown old nigga
Fall to this mold
I'm a stone cold nigga
When the stars go willing
Give my all hope wishing
That my heart was enough
For the dust
Just to part for the one
That I am
Finna go better ghost broke Nigga
With the smoke now It's on
Killer Home with the Nigga
And a gun to the dome
Now he's stone
Gone chilled to the bone
With his guts gushing out
Blood stained to the sun
A grown old nigga
Fall to this mold
I'm a stone cold nigga
When the stars go willing
Give my all hope wishing
That my heart was enough
For the dust
Just to part for the one
That I am
Finna go better ghost broke Nigga
With the smoke now It's on
Killer Home with the Nigga
And a gun to the dome
Now he's stone
Gone chilled to the bone
With his guts gushing out
Blood stained to the sun
Credits
Writer(s): Zaki Hunter
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