You hear that train comin
Pain drumin over light cymbal
Ice enters
My mental and forms right angle
Smell danger
No stranger to her
Cold heart she makes ice angels
Lost tribe in my archive
As we coast by
Stay on yo side
Of them tracks never cross em
Standin to close and they lost Em
Way to often this happens
I rip and tear over every snare
Still i shine through that ugly Glare
Bolted down probably bolted Down
All this beard face look like a Bear
Sttange clouds linger in there Air
On my soprano ish
Me and your man dont click
Me and your man dont mic
You aint got no foundation u Dont stand on spit
Its a trap spot
And kids skip by it
That train comin dont get hit by it
Dont cross them tracks
Dont cross them tracks
That smoke and that bass come From across them tracks
This that dope ish that ac
Break it down come back
I speak that ice
Rapper dont you cross them Track rapper
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Dont you cross them
Dont you cross them
Dont you cross them tracks Rapper
Dont cross them tracks
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