K.T.N
This a song of ice and fire
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
Emperor this domain here
Belongs to the boy
Flow hot as the summer
Heart cold like December
IHN the illest motherfuckers
Every member
Money aroma
Music like aged cheddar
Money in the air
It must be that Mayweather
Flow so crazy
Shows come with umbrellas
Hella patella
When they talking shit about the fella
But I don't knee cap in my life
Ayo Alexa, tell them who the illest of them all
The Emperor
Let me tell you about me and the world
A little poem
He done this shit before
He just be going through the motions
Trying to hide his intentions
He be sneaky like the Romans
But he just trying to fuck
He be using all his trojans
Life a bitch so I turned into a gold digger
She out there working
So I turned into a home nigga
They say I'm Col' as fuck
I'm a born sinner
You know I'd have the world on my dick
If they made the hole bigger
This a song of ice and fire
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
I don't get mad
I just settle the score
Feel like I felt like before
How I smelt like before
When I was dirt poor
The shit, but I can tell
That's starting to change
I mean I'm still hella poor
But I smell like Dior
And I know there'll be more
Because the way I'm moving
When compared to little names
All these rappers sounding like they copy and paste
Me? I'm different, my name cut from a separate page
You know I'm crafty with the way
That I can handle a tape
I put my picture in a photo collage
With all of the greats
This a song of ice and fire
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
Emperor this domain here
Belongs to the boy
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
Emperor this domain here
Belongs to the boy
Flow hot as the summer
Heart cold like December
IHN the illest motherfuckers
Every member
Money aroma
Music like aged cheddar
Money in the air
It must be that Mayweather
Flow so crazy
Shows come with umbrellas
Hella patella
When they talking shit about the fella
But I don't knee cap in my life
Ayo Alexa, tell them who the illest of them all
The Emperor
Let me tell you about me and the world
A little poem
He done this shit before
He just be going through the motions
Trying to hide his intentions
He be sneaky like the Romans
But he just trying to fuck
He be using all his trojans
Life a bitch so I turned into a gold digger
She out there working
So I turned into a home nigga
They say I'm Col' as fuck
I'm a born sinner
You know I'd have the world on my dick
If they made the hole bigger
This a song of ice and fire
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
I don't get mad
I just settle the score
Feel like I felt like before
How I smelt like before
When I was dirt poor
The shit, but I can tell
That's starting to change
I mean I'm still hella poor
But I smell like Dior
And I know there'll be more
Because the way I'm moving
When compared to little names
All these rappers sounding like they copy and paste
Me? I'm different, my name cut from a separate page
You know I'm crafty with the way
That I can handle a tape
I put my picture in a photo collage
With all of the greats
This a song of ice and fire
Yeah my lungs getting scorched
But I'm still the coldest thing
You'll ever hear from the north
Whoa
Attention center always looking for more
Independent from affection but I act like a whore
Whoa
Body count like I been killing for sport
Got so fucking good at music
I should start up a course
Whoa
They wanted talent
This shit straight from the source
Emperor this domain here
Belongs to the boy
Credits
Writer(s): Jomei Newkirk
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