Cold World
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Swerving in a hoopty, but a nigga not drunk I'm high off of life,
with a pinch of skunk Maybe high off of determination,
but I'm low on luck Because we've been putting on for years,
and people still be counting sheep on us But its cool,
I be that offspring that's dressed in all wolf clothing With a
mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening Out here yellin "
World's Fair" until the name rings Hailing from a place where every
nigga wanna be king Plus this world
is too cold, so I keep myself a small
Puff of chronic with my dogs, chilly,
but we hold down the city in my burrow,
feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo Akira in the membrane Queens get the
money And I'm broke and going insane,
stressed out my brain Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the
weekend Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end Of a
pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money,
man I said it's cold in this world,
sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile That real shit is going
out of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild We just
need that real shit right now Al said it's cold in this world,
somehow it's hard for me to crack a smile This real shit is going out
of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild They just need
that real shit right now For what it's worth,
a nigga made his way from the dirt All the times I went berserk,
all ideas that didn't work But we cherish when we hurt,
we finished dinner and dessert For every thought that hurt for the
piece that I deserve,
on the search Many times a nigga thought that he would give in Every
dream that I would witness with previous premonitions I knew that I
would be this It's never been a secret tooka genius to believe it or
an elitist to achieve it I'm runnin overheated,
but practice what I'm preachin Never sleep and we catch you slippin
and throw you in the deep end I know some niggas died over pride,
high I know some fake niggas claim they ride,
that's a lie I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme,
they despise Wish I could share these visions through eyes High like
a fucking revolutionary I'm droppin knowledge,
and its only knowledge you should carry Bitch,
I'm the truth and everybody know the truth is scary Looking for shit
to scratch up off his bucket list Found a tug of war between my
mother and my fucking friends Fucking bucket,
bumping nothing in the summer Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case
you wondering where the ruckus went I kept in the baggie of Oregano
Fronting like I'm selling dope,
stunting with my enfelo Let the records show these niggas why they
bitches neck is swole It's OFM to the death of us, pigs,
try to hem us up The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up Using
label checks to fuck around in the Cressida And I'm advocating
aggression To any man who would test us,
an avid fan of the presence of vodka This drink is like my first time
hearing Flocka Hope is what the weed can't offer Cheapass, coughing,
C-class method-acting young nigga Dressing like I'm geriatric,
said it's very active Strong arm,
steady swearing I could tear a mattress
Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics Why you started?
I fire harder than every rapper Gassing
these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches? (
You think its a Goddamn joke don't ya well let me tell you something
boy its life around here and in life you don't have to go to school)
No confusion apparent,
I know who I am Responsibility enables me to move through life with
agility Home donors pressured in the endzone But I breeze by
skillfully Practice makes perfect says the wiseman or so his whole
life plan they said a man was part
of the sea by hand, what can he divide?
Land Coast west like I took a Vyvande,
im just a bystander and what you
capture in my stanzas Is a crossbreed O.
G and banana A jealous man I envy,
cause a jealous man is friendly Award him like a Grammy,
Or rather Emmy Television all science,
and music is just enough to ear a Q-tip Where the proof sits,
that smells like bull shits ain't it a shame when a nigga can't be
honest ain't it what's-her-name that can't keep a promise mind is
with my comcast watching what I do before
it's on them dot-coms and Hashtags, Nigga
with a pinch of skunk Maybe high off of determination,
but I'm low on luck Because we've been putting on for years,
and people still be counting sheep on us But its cool,
I be that offspring that's dressed in all wolf clothing With a
mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening Out here yellin "
World's Fair" until the name rings Hailing from a place where every
nigga wanna be king Plus this world
is too cold, so I keep myself a small
Puff of chronic with my dogs, chilly,
but we hold down the city in my burrow,
feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo Akira in the membrane Queens get the
money And I'm broke and going insane,
stressed out my brain Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the
weekend Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end Of a
pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money,
man I said it's cold in this world,
sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile That real shit is going
out of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild We just
need that real shit right now Al said it's cold in this world,
somehow it's hard for me to crack a smile This real shit is going out
of style These young niggas out here acting buck wild They just need
that real shit right now For what it's worth,
a nigga made his way from the dirt All the times I went berserk,
all ideas that didn't work But we cherish when we hurt,
we finished dinner and dessert For every thought that hurt for the
piece that I deserve,
on the search Many times a nigga thought that he would give in Every
dream that I would witness with previous premonitions I knew that I
would be this It's never been a secret tooka genius to believe it or
an elitist to achieve it I'm runnin overheated,
but practice what I'm preachin Never sleep and we catch you slippin
and throw you in the deep end I know some niggas died over pride,
high I know some fake niggas claim they ride,
that's a lie I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme,
they despise Wish I could share these visions through eyes High like
a fucking revolutionary I'm droppin knowledge,
and its only knowledge you should carry Bitch,
I'm the truth and everybody know the truth is scary Looking for shit
to scratch up off his bucket list Found a tug of war between my
mother and my fucking friends Fucking bucket,
bumping nothing in the summer Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case
you wondering where the ruckus went I kept in the baggie of Oregano
Fronting like I'm selling dope,
stunting with my enfelo Let the records show these niggas why they
bitches neck is swole It's OFM to the death of us, pigs,
try to hem us up The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up Using
label checks to fuck around in the Cressida And I'm advocating
aggression To any man who would test us,
an avid fan of the presence of vodka This drink is like my first time
hearing Flocka Hope is what the weed can't offer Cheapass, coughing,
C-class method-acting young nigga Dressing like I'm geriatric,
said it's very active Strong arm,
steady swearing I could tear a mattress
Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics Why you started?
I fire harder than every rapper Gassing
these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches? (
You think its a Goddamn joke don't ya well let me tell you something
boy its life around here and in life you don't have to go to school)
No confusion apparent,
I know who I am Responsibility enables me to move through life with
agility Home donors pressured in the endzone But I breeze by
skillfully Practice makes perfect says the wiseman or so his whole
life plan they said a man was part
of the sea by hand, what can he divide?
Land Coast west like I took a Vyvande,
im just a bystander and what you
capture in my stanzas Is a crossbreed O.
G and banana A jealous man I envy,
cause a jealous man is friendly Award him like a Grammy,
Or rather Emmy Television all science,
and music is just enough to ear a Q-tip Where the proof sits,
that smells like bull shits ain't it a shame when a nigga can't be
honest ain't it what's-her-name that can't keep a promise mind is
with my comcast watching what I do before
it's on them dot-coms and Hashtags, Nigga