Cold World

This world is cold
Don't go back there ain't no gold
Keep a strap on me on road
Ain't no tap dance this old

If you shoot can't be froze
Two three lads ain't gon pose
Better run boy you know
My gang shoot straight the throat
We don't play boy we go

Yeah we don't run from the feds
We gon shoot to the head
Opps don't pull up unless they want smoke
So we go and we shoot 'em again
Gang ain't no fool
Bitch what u gon do
U run up on me u be dead
Straight up to god
Like tell him wassup
It's an example to your friends

I better be not catching you lacking up dealing drugs to people that live on my ends
If we find you we kill you we make it go public and do it all over again to your friends
People be calling me animal just to protect em i think I be losing my head
Bitch i m the king of this city i been really busy you know I be making the plans

This world is cold
Don't go back there ain't no gold
Keep a strap on me on road
Ain't no tap dance this old

If you shoot can't be froze
Two three lads ain't gon pose
Better run boy you know
My gang shoot straight the throat
We don't play boy we go

Up in the hills
Making them deals
We do not chill

Making them bills
Never be still
Dying is real

11 double 1 the angel number
That be making a mil
I know you're bitch on a run
I wonder what you do to keep it a real

This world is cold
Don't go back there ain't no gold
Keep a strap on me on road
Ain't no tap dance this old

If you shoot can't be froze
Two three lads ain't gon pose
Better run boy you know
My gang shoot straight the throat
We don't play boy we go