Flex 47, Jahbless - COLD WORLD lyrics
[Flex 47, Jahbless - COLD WORLD lyrics]
Let Me Tell You Something Son
Its A Cold World Out There
Very Cold! Go Now With Your FriENDs
Skeemin' Thinkin' You Gone Get To The Top
People Out There Watchin'
Its A Cold Cold World
Let Me Tell You This One More Time
Its A Cold Cold World
You Got The Weed Man? Word Is Bond
Word Is Bond
I Got This Bitch Man (What She Saying?)
But She Don't Really Love Me
You Know What, Fuck It
Spar lyrical guns we be indigo sons
Travel galaxies battle me
You need assistance my tongue like six tons
King las name dum my block is so hot
We need to cool down crown chakra
Bitch you need to bow down devine maverick
Is I the the baptist stay sharp like cactus
Stay phat like fat bitch
Not a snitch, tell it like it is
Activist wit blacken lips on a track wit me
You better run like shit
Pack a clip still get the lip
Cannabis my catalyst
So I don't even need a lift
I got skills, man I don't even need a gift
I got needs
But act like I don't need a bitch
I got weed, Jah Bless got the mix
Quit the job headed to the stu
Just to make a hit hip hop bitch
Till I'm in a ditch
Its a cold world
J cole need not tell you that
Expirience told me so got scars on my back
Som'n to offer rap
"Play my part, like a quarter back
Don't relax
Or get half like the quarter snapped
And when a nigga asked
I get mad but I never snapped
Find solutions stop listening to stupid cats
I hoover craft
You niggas cabs in traffic jams
Its my desisions calculating the oppositions
Fuck polititions
Government lies and contradictions
I'm on a mission still got no pot to Pissin
You better listen
Before you turn into a victim
Back to the system
These niggas ain't competition
They reminiscing
Ass kissing and dick licking
They start bitching
Next thing they gone missing
I'm a Hooded Villain
Born chilling and bong rip kick in the door
Wave in the four four get the money then
We won't be broke no more
My eyes low so I ride slow fuck the 5 O
Lemme turn in up when I lace my thoughts
And I record I was born with a vocal cord
Then I am gone get lost come back
When I'm strong they got my niggas in jail
Filling up court cases i'm not a racist
Don't forget those slave ships
I come with peace but I'm not broken in half
Pour up a glass roll up some grass
And get blessed going so fast won't stop
Til I'm getting the cash
Put my city on the map
Madalian on my neck ride wid a rasta
Shawty indigo so I trust ha
Yeah feel the blood rush
Eminating out your structure 9 chakras
And they all working proper
Ready to die so you can call me big papa
Big shot wit a big cock so fucked why not
I'm on a role nigga fucked why stop
You cats wanna sing on wax, fucking try pop
And how the hell do you fucking find mars
When you couldn't find the killer
Who fuckin fried Pac hip hop bitch
Fuck what you got on tape
I cus a lot das no mistake
Fuck what your lable say make no mistake
If yo shit is fake we bringing the stake
Fuck if you hate
Am on my way might stop to see your bae
Its a cold world jole need not tell you that
Expirience told me so got scars on my back
Its A Cold World Out There
Very Cold! Go Now With Your FriENDs
Skeemin' Thinkin' You Gone Get To The Top
People Out There Watchin'
Its A Cold Cold World
Let Me Tell You This One More Time
Its A Cold Cold World
You Got The Weed Man? Word Is Bond
Word Is Bond
I Got This Bitch Man (What She Saying?)
But She Don't Really Love Me
You Know What, Fuck It
Spar lyrical guns we be indigo sons
Travel galaxies battle me
You need assistance my tongue like six tons
King las name dum my block is so hot
We need to cool down crown chakra
Bitch you need to bow down devine maverick
Is I the the baptist stay sharp like cactus
Stay phat like fat bitch
Not a snitch, tell it like it is
Activist wit blacken lips on a track wit me
You better run like shit
Pack a clip still get the lip
Cannabis my catalyst
So I don't even need a lift
I got skills, man I don't even need a gift
I got needs
But act like I don't need a bitch
I got weed, Jah Bless got the mix
Quit the job headed to the stu
Just to make a hit hip hop bitch
Till I'm in a ditch
Its a cold world
J cole need not tell you that
Expirience told me so got scars on my back
Som'n to offer rap
"Play my part, like a quarter back
Don't relax
Or get half like the quarter snapped
And when a nigga asked
I get mad but I never snapped
Find solutions stop listening to stupid cats
I hoover craft
You niggas cabs in traffic jams
Its my desisions calculating the oppositions
Fuck polititions
Government lies and contradictions
I'm on a mission still got no pot to Pissin
You better listen
Before you turn into a victim
Back to the system
These niggas ain't competition
They reminiscing
Ass kissing and dick licking
They start bitching
Next thing they gone missing
I'm a Hooded Villain
Born chilling and bong rip kick in the door
Wave in the four four get the money then
We won't be broke no more
My eyes low so I ride slow fuck the 5 O
Lemme turn in up when I lace my thoughts
And I record I was born with a vocal cord
Then I am gone get lost come back
When I'm strong they got my niggas in jail
Filling up court cases i'm not a racist
Don't forget those slave ships
I come with peace but I'm not broken in half
Pour up a glass roll up some grass
And get blessed going so fast won't stop
Til I'm getting the cash
Put my city on the map
Madalian on my neck ride wid a rasta
Shawty indigo so I trust ha
Yeah feel the blood rush
Eminating out your structure 9 chakras
And they all working proper
Ready to die so you can call me big papa
Big shot wit a big cock so fucked why not
I'm on a role nigga fucked why stop
You cats wanna sing on wax, fucking try pop
And how the hell do you fucking find mars
When you couldn't find the killer
Who fuckin fried Pac hip hop bitch
Fuck what you got on tape
I cus a lot das no mistake
Fuck what your lable say make no mistake
If yo shit is fake we bringing the stake
Fuck if you hate
Am on my way might stop to see your bae
Its a cold world jole need not tell you that
Expirience told me so got scars on my back