A-Cold-World* Lyrics

Knowing more and showing less

I can't tell you niggas shit

Know a nigga switch just like a button heard it click

Rapping help me stitch up all my issues lets get rich lets get deep and let's get fried

How my cousin die just on the way to link some bitch?

Think he gotta bond she not fond of that nigga it's a system

Know she somewhere yelling "sis" and drinking liquor

But them bitches only bitches they don'y know that she a killer

Til some mister who still miss 'em

He come thru and let 'em rip her

Why she thinking that's the reaper?

I talked bout em back on creeper

Saying he his brothers keeper call him agent call him sleeper

He gon do it he gon do it

Color blind he call it fluid

But don't shoot it make her suffer like you brother did

Make her suffer like your brother did

Now she missing with three babies she her mother kid

This the science of this shit call me another Sid

It's a cold world

I'm at A-Cold-Wall

Thinking I'm a fall before I die I mother fucking crawl

It's a cold world

I'm at A-Cold-Wall

Thinking I'm a fall before I die I mother fucking crawl

Fumbling niggas like to shoot so ain't no rumbling

Only out here 18 and he thuggin' it working it

Block it show him praise think he deserving it

Turn of his tables he ducking police get to swerving it

Glock in his right hand he smoking blunts and bumping herb in it

Smashed on her ass got the bag short lit and Poppin tags

Not the same without his dawg tho

Not the same without his dawg tho

Niggas packing cargo take a trip to SoHo

Dissing on his homie that's a low blow

Jink up with some niggas that's a no no

But he let it go go

His bitch fasho and she already let him know

It's a cold world

I'm at A-Cold-Wall

Thinking I'm a fall before I die I mother fucking crawl

It's a cold world

I'm at A-Cold-Wall

Thinking I'm a fall before I die I mother fucking crawl