COLD ft. Khonan

It's not Colton and it's Colt, making them bars like it's gold

I'm really forging the boats, repeatedly striking with hope

So hot the metal might smoke, like dynamite might just explode

I'm not a fan of this flow, I'm ill, got sucess syndrome

Emerging, it's urgent, careful I can cut like surgeons

New main bitch, she's searching, looking for stacks like merchants

Find money, like villains, you know I got them batboy billions

Cold blooded, reptilians, I go camo chameleon

Craftin, I'm maximizing my profits, my prophecies become projects

Objectively, I'm the object, got all this shit up in my conscience

Take a look through the cockpit, watch it, my piloting is in progress