1617: VI. Epilogue

It's 28 Savage, fast forward 5 years
Still running into walls but now my vision is clear
I'm a, rhythmic prodigy my flow is like a lock & key but
The door doesn't open to just anyone that sticks their nose in

My flow is so cold, so bold, freezing the river I crossed
Hades has crumbled, we won, hell lost, so
Let's claim victory, champagne on the rocks
The fire is put out, but our bliss is on the clock 'cause there's

Bound to be another mess
The fun isn't quite over yet
But the pain will only get to you if you let it pose a threat
I know that eventually I'll solve it all
Mo Problem's too Notorious, no matter how Biggie Smalls

It's 28 Savage
I'm living lavish
Making bangers, with FG, it's happening
So make yourself aware of our words
We'll make our mark into the Earth, oh!

1617, 1617
The day things became wild
For the men who now are telling it
The ones that have worked hard through the grit
Are making the quilt that will be knit

1617, 1617
When the colder side of the world
Came to reign terror over it
The vicious might of them
Almost made humanity dead
The cold inside, almost made them bled

1617, 1617
The time of the year
For the birth of 28 Savage
It was time to turn up the cold said God
As you can see now we have him

1617, 1617
The story's over
It has been told
The ice has become my four-leaf clover so
Time to turn up the cold