still lookin from a street perspective,
still tryna seek direction but im lookin with a bleek perception,
still tryna make key connections,
still tryna get a weeks extension on this weed investment,
i still haven been detected, but im still a U.C. detective short of bein arrested
and receivin a sentence for illegal possession,
cause of dealin intentions paying legal expenses tryna see it suspended,
so i still have to be attentive, but i still have beef intentions
with a sham i dont need to mention
guess i still see a need 4 vengeance coz im stil bein egocentric..
but listen 'til my breathings still, if it manifests then i believe its meant,
you probably need to look deep to retrieve the message,
sooner or later well all see the lesson..


(Hook)

Cold and calculated, in attitude and in etiquette
(LD50style)
the cold side harbours my criminal form,
calculations form through analytical thoughts,
cold and calculated..Im of the chosen few,
dont speak to me unless...unless your spoken to
and for the rest of my days ill remain cold and calculated..
calculatedly cold..


you never see me act hard done by, thats to be kept interior,
stressed inside with unaffected exterior..
never hear me talk about the friends ive lost,
the word lost means they were never friends at all,
if you see me dont attempt to pretend we talk,
or call me ignorant then when you get ignored,
i keep my circle, small, and its justified,
i didnt jus decide that we should just collide,
truth is you were just disloyal,
and whats sad is im too hard headed to just look aside,
tried to put you wide, but that didnt work,
cause youd just reply that im immature,
well they say the biggest sign of maturity
is admitting immaturity,
so either im purely immature, or just mature prematurely,
better that than the unjust of being just unworthy of being trusted..

(Hook)


See being too cold thats the difference between indifference
to shit that would normally leave the mind twisted,
but being to calculated? thats the difference between instinction and paranoid inklings..
me? im a mixture, the genes I have are half of each, that formulates catastrophe,
I used to try to make relationships happen for me,
and anytime they broke down? straight back to the streets,
on my moneys manufactured from trees, and trees manufacture money shit,
the cash I received, invested into a dispatchal of weed,
a mathematical key divided into three hundred three point three's
with point two extracted for me from each packet:
maximum product is maximum profit,
which goes back manufacturing weed,
which manufactures more cash, back into weed, back into cash..
you ask me thats more mutual than any fuckin marriage could be..