Options/ Colder Lyrics

Coming from the bottom with the goblin and the monsters

All we ever had was some mother fucking problems

Going for the bag, is the only option

When you aint got a lot of options

Coming from the bottom with the goblin and the monsters

All we ever had was some mother fucking problems

Going for the bag, is the only option

When you aint got a lot of options

This that hustle up

Balaclava for my brother while we huddle up

Rough life, I'ma need my girl to cuddle up

Take away the demons I created when the sun was up

Walking in the streets, mean mugging, mean something

Gotta know the lingo, they talking it sound like a riddle,

Gotta keep up with the tempo

My mind is in NIRVANA

My brain is the ghetto

You hating on me

Get my Ether finger in the middle

Where the accident that happened isn't accidental

Gotta watch your mouth like you're working in the dental

That's when all my dogs, get up out the kennel

I can't take a joke sometimes, yeah the paranoia creeping up

Pray to Jesus, Allah, I do not believe in luck

Eye over my shoulder

I think I need a heater

Streets are getting colder