Lyrics:
sweet, but after while it's getting sour
The culture's being devoured by twisted prejudice cowards
News and social media has got my mind spinning round
I done seen some thangs
I done seen some thangs
I done seen some thangs i done seen some
Motherfuck social structure
I'm a postal-going buzzer
I'ma
"COLD WORLD"
I'ts a cold world baby girl
Trust I never fib
We right down the block and they shocked at how we live
That old social ladder
you know the game is acute , i play the game from the angle
i made some moves in the street, got them strips like a bangel
walk in the club and its
Few finks going around
Ay
Jewelry on me feel like ice man
Hitting licks I'm with right hand
Kept the bible by my night hand
Hit the plug like whats
a photo, let me be your Toto
Let me show you good times, Teo the truest
A big nigga, no Emmanuel Lewis
We outside in a Maserati, constant vibin'
Cops come by
me in no club cause I got enemies
Cant get stopped by no cops I got sticks in the jeep
Wont tell you how I feel I got no energy
If I fuck you one time
back
This 5.7 split you in half like a KitKat
All of my old bitches
Want them some get back
Coping 1942 by the six pack
Pull up in something
Make them be
How you talkin' drip and you can't even shower in your chain
All I really care about is money, power, fuck the fame
I'm in that 9-11, fuck the cops
the club
I don't know, on which truck I'm drivin tonight
It's like, I don't know, on which ho I'm fuckin tonight
But yo, I don't know, where should I take
down and sleep, Earl
Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in
They searched the house high and low
Then they
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent LOX
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more,
Some place by Rahway prison
They ran out of gas
The undercover cop cornered 'em
Said, "You didn't think that this could last"
Jan jumped up out of bed
the club
Guarded by spiritual beings
Anakin walking all over the sky yeah
I got them forces with me
Spiritual guardians walking around Damn just like a ghost
a conversation
With a stranger in that disgusting New York club
And I'll pay for any dinner you don't say you're fine with water
And I'll jump on any plan if it
im the Guitar!
I Can I pull strings, I got big deams!
No social distansting
Put it on like ripped jeans!
I be Sippin!
You Thirst quenching!
We
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
on the block
Still slangin' that coke
Still runnin' from the cops
Still lettin' those bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made
Because blowin' that ganja
on the block
Still slangin' that coke
Still runnin' from the cops
Still lettin' those bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made
Because blowin' that ganja
I've vowed from now to work smarter
They won't do it like us, for the people, by us
Why they wanna fight? Our spirit on higher
God made truth
Look at my skull, a nigga stuck in the struggle With a slam, trying to make him rub him Hey, hey, hey He took my sister's second ass from the club
an asshole you know how shit goes
Ball like derek top that just rose
Rolling with a bitch surrounded by foes
She should have been a star
The way that bitch
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
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