27 Degrees
Could never relate to what niggas be on
They said I'm a hater who isn't involved
Y'all better be thankful I'm livid at all
Won't let up- I'm makin' this shit for a cause
If you don't have one, then nigga be gone
Big pressure- got Something iLL for the streets
These lil steppers ain't even leavin' a crease
I sent your messenger sweaters, they still gon' freeze
Told 'em check the temperature- 27 degrees
Step into my cooler
Don't be a fool- read the room
I'll prolly leave on a broom
Their bodies are in a tomb
With or without auto, I'm always gon' be in tune
My niggas stick it and move
They get it, so why don't you?
I've been off of the juice
Spit off the top like I'm Juice
And I don't meant to intrude
My partners grippin' a tool
Say sorry so they don't shoot
They'll off you just for the mood
While I'll be flickin' the bic for my spliff
And chillin' with boo
No Majin
Pardon, I've been thinkin' out the margin
Been like that since a nigga done started
And ever since, been limiting their options
And I could never be boxed in
I'm coming straight out the projects
I'm colder than all of Boston
Ironic 'cause I'm the hottest
Could never relate to what niggas be on
They said I'm a hater who isn't involved
Y'all better be thankful I'm livid at all
Won't let up- I'm makin' this shit for a cause
If you don't have one, then nigga be gone
Big pressure- got Something iLL for the streets
These lil steppers ain't even leavin' a crease
I sent your messenger sweaters, they still gon' freeze
Told 'em check the temperature- 27 degrees
They said I'm a hater who isn't involved
Y'all better be thankful I'm livid at all
Won't let up- I'm makin' this shit for a cause
If you don't have one, then nigga be gone
Big pressure- got Something iLL for the streets
These lil steppers ain't even leavin' a crease
I sent your messenger sweaters, they still gon' freeze
Told 'em check the temperature- 27 degrees
Step into my cooler
Don't be a fool- read the room
I'll prolly leave on a broom
Their bodies are in a tomb
With or without auto, I'm always gon' be in tune
My niggas stick it and move
They get it, so why don't you?
I've been off of the juice
Spit off the top like I'm Juice
And I don't meant to intrude
My partners grippin' a tool
Say sorry so they don't shoot
They'll off you just for the mood
While I'll be flickin' the bic for my spliff
And chillin' with boo
No Majin
Pardon, I've been thinkin' out the margin
Been like that since a nigga done started
And ever since, been limiting their options
And I could never be boxed in
I'm coming straight out the projects
I'm colder than all of Boston
Ironic 'cause I'm the hottest
Could never relate to what niggas be on
They said I'm a hater who isn't involved
Y'all better be thankful I'm livid at all
Won't let up- I'm makin' this shit for a cause
If you don't have one, then nigga be gone
Big pressure- got Something iLL for the streets
These lil steppers ain't even leavin' a crease
I sent your messenger sweaters, they still gon' freeze
Told 'em check the temperature- 27 degrees
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Writer(s): Ricardo Germain
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