GYAG (Get Yourself A Gun) Bob Vylan

[Verse 1]
Open flames around bended spoons
The game is rigged, but we'll mend it soon
Texture like sun, don't mention moon
'Cause the night time is full up of plenty goons
Dark nights seem to put me at ease
I don't cross the street, don't jump and flee
Takes more than the heat to discomfort me
I'm in the kitchen cooking so comfortably
Cold town, blocks burning up
Stressed out 'cause man don't earn enough
Police turned thieves and burglars
Tryna steal our lives and murder us, hoo
Foods hot, careful serving up
Hood, youths and peds start to circle up
Done all the talk, man have had heard enough
I bet you don't hear shit when the burner busts

[Chorus]
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun
It's cold out here
And the games being played ain't fun
Landlord just raised your rent
Better get yourself a gun