Cold Day in Hell

You gonna need a whole lot more manpower
 It takes a nation of millions to budhe Plan powered
 My for built for that fourth court drill I'll
 Cardiovascular vernacular skill
 As I dip into the Acura my stance on tilt
 Gotta watch who's in back of us, they yak got filled
 And the whiskey from the Crown got me tipsy outta town
 But I gotta be alert; cops hit you when you down, clowns
 I ain't tryna be Amadou Diallo
 Or Oscar Grant I'd rather dance with the hollow
 And strike first that's how much the mic's worth
 With a slight urge I might enlighten the nice word
 Tight verbs are righteous polite swerve
 Put my temper to the cinder, colder than icebergs
 And my nerves is shot, I don't deserve this spot
 I'm about to pass the torch to who's first on the block
 Now your turf get hot and now you stumbling nervous
 Eyes red cause you trapped inside a dungeon with serpents
 Every inch of my teeth clench, I'm hungry
 Nothing satisfies my hunger like more money
 Rock-a-bye to the world, have a nice dream
 When the lights go out you hear the pipes scream
 The sirens, the melody of these colds streets
 My heart pumps adrenaline so I don't sleep
 Hold heat if the shit decides to hit the fan
 And if it really happens then I'm a hit up Plan
 Put my chips on the table going all in
 Ride out for my family and close friends
 Gotta watch those praying on my downfall
 Those who like to send shots, I'm a outdraw
 Something bound to happen, I'm patiently waiting
 Nightmares become reality, bad situation
 We celebrate life, special occasion
 Solid foundation, a new day seems so amazing
 Death angel wanna take you for a long ride
 And if he ever comes holla man I won't hide
 So I life live like it's my last day
 No lie I've been lost inside my cash tray
 So high, days are confused, I feel I can't pray
 Not knowing what the future holds, maybe I can't stay