[Verse: Bones]
The weather's getting cold
The dope's getting sold
The block's getting high and this sh**'s getting old
Skin feeling frozen my feet are feeling numb
Midwest boy in the blitz of rolling blunts
Chilling like I'm supposed to
All you boys is old news
Since I dropped out
This ain't old or new school
Doing what I used to
Never let em use you
Thinking 'bout you
And I hope I never lose you
It's 4 AM
Flowing slow, thinking fast
Moonlight shining, blunt ash on my hands