Cold World

[Verse 1]

Cold world twisted
The stars have aligned, I don't wanna miss this chance
Doing a rain dance, summon riches, summon all of my dead homies
Y'all don't wanna miss this and guess it's all just a number's game
Wait to struggle just another day, 2 or a 9 fuck a number 8
Look to the sun and at my posse like there's gotta be another way to dominate here
We're going fucking crazy
This game fucking me numb I need some novacane
I swim good, but I don't fuck with Frank
And I don't fuck with skanks puffing dank
Thumb's sore writing verses on my page moving up in rank
Better salute a true solidare
Ace of spades in a room full of queens and jokes I keep it solitaire
And in my mind yo I'm hardly there
Rather be the resparating force of the party in my all black diamond
And why occupy wall street
I can just run up in it balls deep, make sure that they all see
Sometimes you gotta drop bombs get loud
Throw a storm just to get em hurry up with your coffee
We all be, mad sinning and not living right
Cheating and kissing our women at the end of the night
Robbing and stealing and murdering if we have to
It's my life, don't tell me I ain't living it right
When the jobs seem sparse and low, niggas buying two fits layaway on they clothes
A house catch a repossession cause the bank foreclosed
What you give a man just to keep him from selling his soul?
How you look a young child in his eye, say no?
How you tell a wise man he's just stupid and old?
And these secrets in society that go untold
Why you think two bushes were the president though? It's all planned
I feel as though I got the schematics
So come at Chez if you need it. I'm prepared for the static
I got one life to lead and the role is dramatic
The automatic had my back when shit got drastic
I can't trust a soul when the skin so plastered
Like walking a room full with me and trying to find the original
This cold world so frigid yo, bundle up keep you a bundle in ya zippy coat

[Hook]

Things I see in the news give me the blues
And make me wanna load up a tool
And keep it moving we got to keep on
We got to keep warm
We got to keep going
We will not lose
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[Verse 2]

I feel the need to purge my soul
Since the things got for real, my warm heart went cold
21 and feeling like I'm 45 years old
When I awake I hope eternally my eyes stay closed, I can't function
Little kids missing and get humped
They just care about which celebritante got dumped
Gas prices sky rocket and my man got jumped
I'm looking into overseas and which land I run to
I'm overweighted by the tasks I must do
Budget cuts looking like a general fuck you
Uncle Sam looking like he looking to fuck you
Clips loaded trying to figure who I send this slug through

[Hook x4]