Cold Day in Hell - Outerspace

You gonna need a whole lot more manpower

It takes a nation of millions to budge Plan cowards

My fort built for that fourth court drill ill

Cardiovascular vernacular skill

As I dip into the Acura my stance on tilt

Gotta watch who’s in back of us, they yak got filled

And the whiskey from the Crown got me tipsy outta town

But I gotta be alert;

cops hit you when you down, clowns

I ain’t tryna be Amadou Diallo

Or Oscar Grant I’d rather dance with the hollow

And strike first that’s how much the mic’s worth

With a slight urge I might enlighten the nice word

Tight verbs are righteous polite swerve

Put my temper to the cinder, colder than icebergs

And my nerves is shot, I don’t deserve this spot

I’m about to pass the torch to who’s first on the block

Now your turf get hot and now you stumbling nervous

Eyes red cause you trapped inside a dungeon with serpents

Every inch of my teeth clench, I’m hungry

Nothing satisfies my hunger like more money

Rock-a-bye to the world, have a nice dream

When the lights go out you hear the pipes scream

The sirens, the melody of these colds streets

My heart pumps adrenaline so I don’t sleep

Hold heat if the shit decides to hit the fan

And if it really happens then ima hit up Plan

Put my chips on the table going all in

Ride out for my family and close friends

Gotta watch those praying on my downfall

Those who like to send shots, I’ma outdraw

Something bound to happen, I’m patiently waiting

Nightmares become reality, bad situation

We celebrate life, special occasion

Solid foundation, a new day seems so amazing

Death angel wanna take you for a long ride

And if he ever comes holla man I won’t hide

So I, live life like it’s my last day

Know why, I’ve been lost inside my cash tray

So high, dazed and confused, I feel I can’t pray

Not knowing what the future holds, maybe I can’t stay