I be the snow on the street I went right back to the brink, oh When we first started to think When we first started to think, oh [?] the game start to change Ain't no more change when I [?], though Everything I got on me All of that came from the heat Nobody gon' fuck with the team Do it with ease like a free-throw Some people call me the king Death got them drugs, he gon' speak slow He don't give a fuck who you be Death Mane got the shit that you need, oh All of these weapons on me All of these weapons I keep, oh Comin' with that static, I call you out, where you at Come in with that track and I play through just like the rest I see murder and death And Death is comin' There's blood on the floor He gon' bring me the check I do some shit [?]