Cold in My Hoodie

Skrrt off, ski mask

Hands tucked, slow glance

Whole block on broadcast

Truth is, I don’t dance

Steel in the stash by the stove top

Learned math with the grams, this the whole plot

Judge gave my cousin twenty off a short drop

So I move with a look like the world stopped

Back door talk, that’ll get a door kicked

Catch you at the light, whole whip turned torched quick

Mama said pray, I just said “I’m cautious”

Hood full of coffins, still talking profits

I’m a gangster, that’s my nature

Cold heart tucked deep in this pager

Whole life on the line for the paper

Cross me once, see God, meet your Maker

I’m a gangster, that’s my nature

War scars from the block, from the capers

Eyes red, wide awake, never safer

Gangster, gangster, built like a razor

Black hoodie low, see the chain swing

Tat tears by the eye, that’s a pain ring

Plug talk short, “What you need? Same thing”

Car parked two streets down, that’s a safe thing

Politics heavy in the state yard

Came home, whole crew split like a deck of cards

Still I ride solo, window cracked, radar

Glovebox full, plus a burner in the gray car

Raised where the sirens are lullabies

Either side with the lions or apologize

I don’t do handshakes, only alibis

If I blink once, that’s a sign that you outta time

[low vocal register] Cold nights, concrete, that’s family

Loyalty tattooed, can’t brand me

If I fall, then I fall for the code, understand me

Everything I lost made a man bleed, calmly