Cold World Lyrics - Singles - Mellowhigh

[Verse 1: Remy Banks] 

Swerving in the hoopty, but a nigga not drunk 

I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk 

Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck 

cause we've been putting on for years, and people still counting sheep on us 

But its cool, I be that offspring that's dressed in wolf clothing 

With a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening 

Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the name brand 

Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be king 

Plus this world is too cold, so I keep my circle small 

Puffing chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we hold down the city 

And my borough, feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo 

Akira in the membrane Queens get the money 

And I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my brain 

Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the weekend 

Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end 

Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money, man 

[Hook: Domo Genesis] 

L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile 

That real shit is going out of style 

These young niggas out here acting buck wild 

We just need that real shit right now 

L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile 

That real shit is going out of style 

These young niggas out here acting buck wild 

They just need that real shit right now 

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis] 

For what it's worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt 

All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't work 

But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert 

For every thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search 

Many times a nigga thought that he would give in 

Every dream that I would witness with previous premonitions 

I knew that I would be this 

It's never been a secret, took a genius to believe it 

Our elite is to achieve it 

I'm runnin overheated, but practice what I'm preachin 

Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the deep end 

I know some niggas died over pride, high 

I know some fake niggas claim they ride, that's a lie 

I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, they despise 

Wish I could share these visions through eyes 

High like a fucking revolutionary 

I'm droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should carry 

Bitch, I'm in truth and everybody know the truth 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt] 

Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket list 

Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends 

Fucking bucket, bumping nothing in the summer 

Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went 

I kept in the baggie of Oregano 

Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low 

Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is swole 

It's OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up 

The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up 

Using label checks to fuck around in the Cressida 

And I'm advocating aggression 

To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka 

This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka 

Hope is what the weed can't offer 

Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young nigga 

Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very active 

Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress 

Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics 

Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper 

Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches? 

[Interlude] 

[Hook] 

[Verse 4: Hodgy Beats] 

No confusion and ??? I know who I am 

Responsibility enables me to move through life with agility