It's cold

I mean really cold

But my blood is warm

Blood is warm

What's inside of me but skull and bones?

Ask the lord

There's a price for yours

Price for yours

What's inside of me now but my soul?

The only thing that I sold was a record

The only thing I folded under was pressure

Can I say, I digress?

You the aggressor

Now y'all say, y'all impressed

I'm the successor.

I don't need no intervention or one ya lectures

What's so hard to believe, what is the message?

Talented and I'm driven like you ain't ever seen

And that's why god blessed me you should respect him.

You need to mind your business, helga pataki

'cause I'ma do something devilish if you "@" me

I might hit woo for the kudu and get a back piece

You too high off that booboo to unpack me.

When I arrive on set there ain't no holy water

But when I grind my set make sure to throw me waters

I'ma make it through twenty-seven, y'all superstitious

I'ma say jinx on my twenty-eighth when you owe me sodas.

It's cold

I mean really cold

But my blood is warm

My blood is warm

What's inside of me but skull and bones?

Ask the lord

There's a price for yours

Price for yours

What's inside of me now but my soul?

Yeah...

Y'all been pushin' satan this and satan that

My fans is yellin', "'least she rich," you need that pact

Lookin' like I got some things you hate I have

And trust me baby, god don't play with hate like that.

So you gon' be real upset when he pick cat

To be the one up on them charts all over the map

And you could keep on tellin' yourself it's all in my tats

And you could keep on addin' the numbers and doin' the math.

I see y'all prepping for doomsday

But that ain't san andreas fault

And this ain't a movie

But I know y'all been livin' life like this is a school play

How red is them rubies?

You chokin', it's too late

I turn 'em to blue face, I run on a full tank

Can't nobody move me.

Bitches cryin' with full face

That's animal cruelty

And I don't need to say it to 'em

I'ma let the paper talk, gotta elevate the bar

The worlds losin' faith 'cause it's cold.

It's cold

I mean really cold

But my blood is warm

Blood is warm

What's inside of me but skull and bones?

Ask the lord

There's a price for yours

Price for yours

What's inside of me now but my soul?