Aurora Borealis
    (专辑: Dead Of Winter - 2018)
    
    Upgrade dope trade, the 
cops run they raids  We be skating on thin ice, call it icecapades  If you don't stay on yo toes, you might catch the 
fade  See my heart is filled with malice, aurora borealis  Get paid, get paid, get, get, get, get paid  If you playing with the 
paper, then you can get sprayed  Got the 
outside alligator inside swede  Call me special ed 'cause yo I 
got it made  She said, "I feel dead inside"  I 
said, "Get inside, let me drive you to suicide"  These voices in my head, how'd they get inside?  These feelings I 
can't hide, let's take a 
murder ride  I 
feel like a 
lion, talking to these sheep  Yeah I'm wide awake, and you fools sleep  You wanna be dead, like six feet?  Forever now hold your peace or be like Lil Peep  Sleep and get deep cheap for a 
dope fiend  If you O.D. in the 
hood, that's a 
smoke screen  Never go against the 
family get shot in the 
face like Moe Greene  I'm an old soul, live by the 
old code  Take it Eazy-E, nigga sipping Old Gold  I'm an ice tea nigga, got a 
cocoa  Only fucking with the 
coke if it's [?]  Baby, only addicted to the 
money  Coming down chopping on blades rainy or sunny  Take the 
polar plunge, the 
smoke froze in my lungs  Inhale, black out, wake up and bust tongues  Got a 
lot of guns, but don't make me use 'em  Reel Life nigga with the 
fake, don't confuse 'em  Got a 
21-gun salute for a 
savage  Got the 
habit like a 
rabbit, I 
put one off in your cabbage  When your clocking cold cash be the 
reason that they hate ya  My words like icebergs, I 
spit glaciers  Sip sip sipping on some sizzurp  When I 
spit this wicket shit, I 
could cause a 
blizzard  Get murked if I 
whip out my Lil Uzi Vert  I'm not Lucifer, nobody move, nobody get hurt  I'm a 
Detroit player, we be putting in work  They ask me where I 
got it from, I 
got it out the 
dirt  Skeet skrrt, in the 
V12 busting off shells  You can go to Hell if you be fucking with twelve  Thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen  Seventeen shots loaded up in the 
magazine  First name Esham, last name Smith  Skiing down an avalanche of cash, call me snowdrift  Frostbite, northern lights, my aurora borealis  From the 
streets of Detroit, my heart still filled with malice  My heart still filled with malice  My heart still filled with malice  My heart still filled with malice  My heart still filled with malice