Still checking if the place still cold Moving in a way no place no snow Straight chillin' with my niggas and shiver Thinking about the sun lay thoughts on the river Move back nigga, move back nigga Fake Jordan-ass whack-ass bitch nigga I come packed with eleven damn shots I claim this city and I take your spot Stay thinking about a white one Thinking about a bright sun That I changed straight from the dark shit No take when I'm playing with the black gun nigga You ain't never been a god since the last run No stats in the place that's you A lot of niggas tell me that I never really owe Track track to the place back back nigga Tell me that I'm like a nigga but my flow sicker Calling, calling Calling, I'm calling Calling, calling Calling, shit, yeah Dressed like a motherfucking god when I reach the spot (Shit!)