Joell Ortiz, Lee Carr - Cold World lyrics

I got money on my head
Man ain’t this a cold world
Man these suckers want me dead
Damn it’s a cold world
‘Cause all I see is hate in their eyes
As I rise they won’t need to fall
Man ain’t this a cold world

Sh-sh-shivering cold, f-f-frigid below
Z-z-zip up your coat
Listen them niggas is froze
Oh but the di-digit's you know
F-f-fifths will explode
Load that c-clip up and go
And if you li-lick it then glow
When you g-get it they hate
Plot to g-get at your plate
They d-dinner ain’t steak
But papi this shit isn’t safe
They’ll find your c-crib through your plates
Ye-ye yeah they go there
Sh-show up from out of nowhere to tell
You to strip out of your gear
Respect it, d-drop or get wet
D don’t try to hide the Rolex
Come of those rocks on your neck
D-dig in your pockets then jet
B-better watch who you sexin’
B-be the opposite sex
L-l-linin’ you up after they
M-mop you to death
Over the dollars you left
Then gaspin’ tryin’ to get breath
Aspen climbin’ yo chest
You askin’ G-God what’s next
This how the story get told
K-keep warmin’ the cold
This is the hand you got d-dealt
You gon’ p-play it or f-fold

I got money on my head
Man ain’t this a cold world
Man these suckers want me dead
Damn ain’t this a cold world
‘Cause all I see is hate in their eyes
As I rise they won’t need to fall
Man ain’t this a cold world

Li-life in the street, we all t-tryin’ to eat
G-g-grinders’ for sweet
Some grindin’ to f-find it for cheap
And learn to q-quietly creep
To dodge them guys on the beat
And dodgers dyin’ to keep b bars
Made of iron your sleep
I know ‘cause I I was in deep
My p-pop wasn’t sweet
On some n-nights it got so
Cold I provided the heat
P-peep my diary, weep shh-shit that I did
Shhh don’t tell them ‘bout the person
You was a kid i’m afraid of k-karma
Man I’m just prayin’ my m-momma
I kn-know that you know I changed
But today and tomorrow
B-but it’s yesterday’s drama
G-got me stayin’ up longer
Scenarios p-play in my head
I b-became a monster
D-dressed in Satan’s armor
Man do I th-thank you f-father
All my p pain is gone
I called and you came for the Yaowa
But though I ain’t nothin’ to Feds
I ain’t p-pumped up with lead
Still I feel I got money on my head

I got money on my head
Man ain’t this a cold world
Man these suckers want me dead
Man it’s a cold world
‘Cause all I see is hate in their eyes
As I rise they won’t need to fall
Man ain’t this a cold world