COLD WORLD lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Vercetti]
It's a cold world, n*gga, better bundle up
Better get your mind together, better huddle up
I'm catchin' plays any side of town, b*tch, I'm pullin' up
Don't be surprised when I pull up in the Bentley truck
My n*gga only wear white tees, but he keep fifty tucked
My young n*gga bought three Glock 19s when he turned twenty-one
You rarely see me out on the scene, I'm really in the cut
I'd rather sit back, stack up my cheese and keep on addin' funds
'Member when a n*gga had nothing
Now it's double G's on our buckle, figuring this life sh*t likе a puzzle
Need a b*tch don't need no introduction
She already know how I'm comin'
Onе of the flyest n*ggas in it and never been under
I think it's time to talk my sh*t 'cause I'm tired of bein' humble
These n*ggas all weirdos and lil' n*ggas outnumbered
If I don't know nothin', one thing I know, I'ma get some money
Stick to the code, stay G, my pride, you can't take it from me
Homicide been on my mind 'cause I be killin' sh*t
Effortless, fly when I arrive, I hardly try, kid
That's another three-five, know I'm burinin' the finest piff
Your b*tch see the difference, she know you a square and that I'm him
Ain't no competition, none of these n*ggas, they can't contend
I was a young n*gga when I went and touched my first ten
Sold my n*gga some outdoor, he shot 'em out to the Tenn'
Made a killing on them b*tches and came and did it again
[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
I just grabbed another striker, now I'm finna switch the VIN
Man, this b*tch ain't even mine and I'm finna get some tint
He tried to offer me twenty-five, man, he must be off the fent'
Almost beat a n*gga ass over a song 'cause he ain't send me splits
Dropped out of school and started trappin', been hustlin' ever since a jit
A n*gga tried me on the Fourth of July, ain't make it to the fifth
Brodie head f*cked up, he fightin' demons, he just faced a fit
He came outside while his sh*t was gettin' snatched and tried to chase his whip
Dummy, man, that sh*t is over
Just go down to the station, report your sh*t as stolen
Just put on the gloves on with my pockets, now my sh*t is swollen
Cruisin' in a boat, sippin' Wock', I got that sh*t from pourin'
n*gga, I'm really havin' motion
Call the chop key to your chest 'cause it'll leave it open
Ridin' with a Glock, cruisin' in a Ford because I gotta focus
b*tch, don't try to give me your heart, 'cause I'll leave it broken

[Outro: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, it's with an X, n*gga
Fxce