Siberia
Try to light a match when my mind cold as Siberia
Learning not to let my guard down from my experience
Somebody call the bloodhounds, we chasing dollars
Instead of figuring out how to fit inside of these boxes
Holler at the crowd, I been kicking up the dirt
When on my last breath and I'm sweating through my shirt
Cheap skins, weak grins, as I'm in and out their presence
Hardly notice while I'm frantic on a search for some resemblance
Where my brother at?
Now my wrist is shaking while my mic is in the other hand
Hyperanalyze these situations when I run em back
Wallflower grew from a block I stay hugging
Too cool to dance inside of a club focus on moneybags
Deep inside I know that I'm a force
Take you two years to comprehend half my weakest verse
Thrown off by the spectators that smile til their teeth will hurt
Raising up a glass and pour the apple cider vinegar
Awkward round some rappers
Who I'd normally be rapping around like an anaconda
Attacking problems works well as decapitating a hydra
I'm scatterbrained as I tighten the crisis of knowing
Fans who dance around me could pack in an instant
Stay loyal to the Ms like I'm James Bond
Got women freaking out cuz I haven't been taking calls
Finished fitting feelings in zip locs
Sealed it airtight now I'm rolling through thick fog
(I got bad intentions)
Everybody faking and switching the way I'm slaying em
Mannequins in a masquerade, cut-outs in a stadium
Challenge to contain like I'm filled up on uranium
If you ain't really with me get fuck up out my radius
Swore I never knew I'd fit the crown til I tried it
My style like forbidden fruit see what goes down when you bite it
I heard they staging up a coup my sound inspired by riots
It took some pain for this shit
Try to make a name for this shit
Sort out all the drainage
Cutting off all the friends turned they back
Who count they eggs before they hatch
Who think it's game before the half
Willie Mays is up to bat, will he amaze or will he crash
Am I looking different? It depends on who you ask
Try to light a match when my mind cold as Siberia
Learning not to let my guard down from my experience
Somebody call the bloodhounds, we chasing dollars
Instead of figuring out how to fit inside of these boxes
Learning not to let my guard down from my experience
Somebody call the bloodhounds, we chasing dollars
Instead of figuring out how to fit inside of these boxes
Holler at the crowd, I been kicking up the dirt
When on my last breath and I'm sweating through my shirt
Cheap skins, weak grins, as I'm in and out their presence
Hardly notice while I'm frantic on a search for some resemblance
Where my brother at?
Now my wrist is shaking while my mic is in the other hand
Hyperanalyze these situations when I run em back
Wallflower grew from a block I stay hugging
Too cool to dance inside of a club focus on moneybags
Deep inside I know that I'm a force
Take you two years to comprehend half my weakest verse
Thrown off by the spectators that smile til their teeth will hurt
Raising up a glass and pour the apple cider vinegar
Awkward round some rappers
Who I'd normally be rapping around like an anaconda
Attacking problems works well as decapitating a hydra
I'm scatterbrained as I tighten the crisis of knowing
Fans who dance around me could pack in an instant
Stay loyal to the Ms like I'm James Bond
Got women freaking out cuz I haven't been taking calls
Finished fitting feelings in zip locs
Sealed it airtight now I'm rolling through thick fog
(I got bad intentions)
Everybody faking and switching the way I'm slaying em
Mannequins in a masquerade, cut-outs in a stadium
Challenge to contain like I'm filled up on uranium
If you ain't really with me get fuck up out my radius
Swore I never knew I'd fit the crown til I tried it
My style like forbidden fruit see what goes down when you bite it
I heard they staging up a coup my sound inspired by riots
It took some pain for this shit
Try to make a name for this shit
Sort out all the drainage
Cutting off all the friends turned they back
Who count they eggs before they hatch
Who think it's game before the half
Willie Mays is up to bat, will he amaze or will he crash
Am I looking different? It depends on who you ask
Try to light a match when my mind cold as Siberia
Learning not to let my guard down from my experience
Somebody call the bloodhounds, we chasing dollars
Instead of figuring out how to fit inside of these boxes
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Writer(s): Aamir Mohammed
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