Cold Planet

Fighter jets swarm the skies
Fightin' off the aliens
Droppin' bombs on top of Babylon
Blowing up palladiums
Just an 80s kid with a laser kit
And amazing aim, The amazing thang
The sun is red, the moon is black
And don't nobody know how to act

If she throw the pussy I won't dodge it (beat it up)
That's a brand new weapon like stick in the box shit
Pass her the mic let her rock it
I like when she spit on my shit
Kick her out if she gettin' out of pocket
I'm over relationship goals
But outside it's a war for your soul
Can't be losing your mind
Can't be losing control
Stay focused wherever you roll
It's a whole lot of snakes, zombies, and rats
Shepherds and sheep and wolves with no packs
It's just a few goats and a whole bunch of birds
But it's only one me and my nigga that's facts
In the belly of the beast better know how to act
Niggas totin' that AK-47 in the back
45 on their side
So if it get rowdy, I'ma slide
I ain't finna die over pride
One of the illest of niggas to ever step foot on the earth
Don't let me get into my feelings
I've been through the healing
And still stayed a real one it hurt
Never a dealer, next thing that you know I'm the plug
I need five grand for the verse
I be done ran out of words
Seen niggas need hugs and bitches throw curves
These are just things I observe
A lover turned fighter
More like supplier, McGiver
I'm makin it work like the master
Spit a verse like a word from the pastor
Need a hearse for the beat right after I'm done
That sound like a eulogy
Been 'bout my business, ain't with that tomfoolery
You can't hate on my jewelry
You can respect that I'm giving you game when I'm doodling
But I could've been out on a shooting spree

As these...
Fighter jets swarm the skies
Fightin' off the aliens
Droppin' bombs on top of Babylon
Blowing up palladiums
Just an 80s kid with a laser kit
And amazing aim, The amazing thang
The sun is red, the moon is black
And don't nobody know how to act



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Adams
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