[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
(I-Rocc what's up my nigga)
Pulling up in Benz's niggas covet my position
On the road to riches, tripping because I really did it
Guilty of a gang of sins but God knows my intentions
Covered by the blood of Christ but still I'm fly cripping
Rolly mint condition revving V12s in my engine
Camoflauge cobanas push the pedal to the limit
I don't trust these niggas I don't trust these bitches
I don't trust nobody Call it Baller superstition
I could still remember I ain't had no pot to piss in
And if its time to go they know to call me for the mission
Opportunity of window turn your folks to opposition
Coldest thing about shit I use to call it friendship
But I guess I was wrong
But the only emotion show what I express through a song
Real nigga just learn your lesson stay strong
And understand it all was a test to move on
[Hook: Nilaja]
What does life all of a sudden feel like hell for me
Its a cold cold world, a cold cold world
And every lasting memory living in this cold cold world, cold world
[Verse 2: I-Rocc]
Remember that opening scene in Menace where
The house is turned up and popping no love is given there
Its a bad situation my nigga living there
Facing fears 2 years later his dad in prison well
No food in the fridge and ain't no silverware
Down bad in the pad ain't no chances given there
Look outside and you'll find him
Getting it and he grinding
That's how he living he violent
This ain't sinning this surviving man
I guess tired of it ain't tripping about no scholarship
He's trying to get a grip on his bond and find his way out of it
Made some fucked up decisions but he ain't proud of it
Its all a part of adjusting to how wild it get
Predicted the outcome when the funk started
In the hood we ain't looked up Malcolm or no Martin
Marcus Garvey or Huey P. Newton
Lil homie want in, fuck it recruit now he shooting
[Hook: Nilaja]
What does life all of a sudden feel like hell for me
Its a cold cold world, a cold cold world
And every lasting memory living in this cold cold world, cold world
[Verse 3: Smigg Dirtee]
Its a cold world so my heart cold
And my pockets where the money and the heart gos
Just a Garden block nigga with a star flow
Bullet proof ain't nothing coming through this car door
The streets show me love because I really did it
I don't sell a lot of records bra I still get it
Still in it, they don't want to see us win
The big homie C-Bo got to turn himself in
Again, trying to make it in this storm
X been locked since before my bitch was even born
So we saying free X-Raided
Fly Keeway that's why my BM hate me
Trying to get 100 racks New BM waiting
Up out the game
Shame they don't want to see Smigg make it
And keep my gangsters on deck in case any drama
Niggas put that iron on you like Penny mama
[Hook: Nilaja]
What does life all of a sudden feel like hell for me
Its a cold cold world, a cold cold world
And every lasting memory living in this cold cold world, cold world
