Saigon - Cold World lyrics
[Saigon - Cold World lyrics]
It’s a Cold World, and now my soul cold too
I’m an OG, bitch I don’t know about you
But, you provoke me
Nigga you know what I’ll do
I don't even know how it happened fam'
I can't call it son
I seen James in the Range and I wanted one
I wanted more than one
So I started wettin' niggas with the gat and
I ain't talkin 'bout a water gun
I went to Virginia to sell crack
When they hit my cousin off with
The mac I fell back i couldn't smell that
But them I'm not thinkin
If I clap one of these
Cats back that they'll rat
I'm back down in VA in less than 3 days
Mad bummed out with a beard like Freeway's
Ran up in they PJs
And I ain't talkin' 'bout pocket knives when
I say that we had PKs
Brothers is like he crazed
But, you can't rewind visual rhyme I'm
A give you a replay
I said nevermind you ain't get
It the first time
Something really wrong with word, bond
You don’t know me, and I don’t wanna know you
It’s a Cold World, and now my soul cold too
I’m an OG, bitch I don’t know about you
But, you provoke me
Nigga you know what I’ll do
On-sigga go get the un-gigga
Niggas is talkin' shit with
Nowhere to un-rigga
I'm a hit him in his ead-higga
Op-pigga ead-ligga or rock 'em to ed-bigga
So what's the eal-digga
I hear a lot of gangsta shit on your
Records but dog is it really eal-rigga
Is you really a illa-kigga
Could you look me in my eye and tell
Me that you ready to kill a nigga
What if it's a op-cigga
Would you bust shots non
Op-stigga until he op-drigga probly ot-nigga
Let me find out you at-twigga frontin
Like you ready to op-pigga
Fuckin' unk-pigga talkin' unk-jigga
Fuck around get found in the unk-trigga
That's my ord-wigga you a ird-bigga
Fuckin' with Sai you gon' die you eard-higga
You don’t know me, and I don’t wanna know you
It’s a Cold World, and now my soul cold too
I’m an OG, bitch I don’t know about you
But, you provoke me
Nigga you know what I’ll do
I used to watch TV
But now it’s like the TV watches me
Used to sip Asti Spumante with two hotties
Now it’s Henrock with Boo and Gotti
And I hope they don’t let me shoot nobody
When I say Boo & Gotti
I ain’t talking about the rappers who’s homie
Touch girls that still use the potty
Nah duke I’m sorry who am I to judge you
I act like I work for
The fucking Youth Authority
She came to the party
And like us, hoes know what they do to me
They gotta do to Garby
Imagine if I had too Feraris
I would’ve pissed on her too
Probably pooted on her Barbie
Doll, I’m just kidding, but no I’m not playin
Like Prodigy said to make the
Roc come slay em
This is gonna knock to the AM i used to box
But my niggas brought Glock to the weigh-in
Nigga fall back gun sounds
You don’t know me, and I don’t wanna know you
It’s a Cold World, and now my soul cold too
I’m an OG, bitch I don’t know about you
But, you provoke me
Nigga you know what I’ll do