Subzero Lyrics

2023 Is my year

My new year's resolution

Is grinding somebodies gears

My extendo reach out

It might grab you

Family cropping you outa the last photo album

Hoping Chris gonna see me pull my fucking cringle

I'm driving the boat

And I don't have no time to deal with Scrooge

Like this ain't no Noah's ark

Who the hell are you

I just be shining

My flawless diamonds fucking see through

But right now

The temperature in Maine be subzero

So I'm gonna hop in the PJ and fly to Cancun

Coon coon

I ain't talking raccoon

Made it out the rack

But I'm not saving you

Gotta work your ass off

If you wanna make it too

Lotta hate gon make you weak

And frankly you don't have the nuts to pull through

I really don't fuck with you

Alright let's take it from the top now

Out the hood I really graduated

And I still remember people that told me I wouldn't make it

But the Z be calling shots

And when to take it

This ain't Call of Duty

Life don't come back when I take it

I made it out of Maine

This place will trap you if you let it

But I had a schedule

And the money my assistant

Told me to quit shooting and dunking

And start spending

Spending spending

Come on spend it

Man I don't waste no time

On things I heard through the grapevine

All the time you people spend

Watching someone else's life

That shit baffling

Think I need a napkin

Gotta stop my tears

My eyes running cuz I'm laughing

Hold on, chill

I'm sipping on my dirty sprite

My family told me chill out

Man I told them Chill Bill

Then I made it rain

Ain't no ones

Only blue strips

Better be crisp or I ain't copping that shit

They say I really won

I ain't gon stop until I'm done

I've accended past the fucking flooky shit

Spit strait talent at the mic

Gonna clean it when I'm done with it

Did it on my own

I ain't needed no school for shit

How the fuck you know that?

I know that

Cuz I'm enrolled in it

I'm looking at cuz

Like when this bar supposed to hit?

He be talking like this shit was gas

But I ain't feeling it

Couple hours later

I feel woozy

Like I gotta sit

Then I start to spit for real

Cuz my mind speeding

Racing shit

Then I start to writing

Its new years and parties happening

I don't give a fuck

Gotta see myself on the greatest hits

Then I wrote this shit in thirty minutes

Off the X that's it

All these people

Banging Cs and banging Bs

What about Z?

When I come up out the slums

You better be naming that shit

Right after me

You best believe