[Intro: Chuck Inglish]
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Nigga, what the fuck is this!
Ay, you ain't cold!
Run yo shoes and yo coat!
Nigga, you ain't bold!
What you looking tough fo'!
What the fuck is this!
What the fuck is this!

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
I'm way too early but I'm fashionably late
I wake up early when I'm cracking the safe
Chef Luciano's, the accouterments is common sense
She did some scams with her friends then she got a Benz
I'm selling signatures but I can't even draw good
My raps help niggas get more money than a song should
'Member me and Kenny was identical, the same 'hood
'Til I seen him pull a hundred phones out the hardwood
Niggas sent in the wolves and the gremlins
This wolverine fur come from Finland
Don't come off of them corners, we'll bend 'em like a hunchback
Don't want that
You know I'm coming back with my tax, yea
And my decisions [?] too, 'cause you see what them kids'll do
It's cold outside and it's snowing and it's miserable
You know how it go, growing up in Chicago
They run from the snow, and they run from the popo
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