Cold World

[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