Yea, like I said man, you niggasneed to be out there and smoking something manYou know what I'm saying?Yea, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop to the race is wonNiggas who be rapping how real they areusually turn out to be the fakest onesCarolina where I made it fromCold world no blanket sonGirls fast how Jamaican runPuffin on the city where the Lakers from, L-A, L-A, la laSo high everything is a ha ha from meDreamin of the days of a Drop 500and a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for meYou can never tell me that I'm not hungryif you ever felt what's inside my tummyMy mom wanting out, is my time running out?Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?Hope not... hope not... hope nothope not(My world is empty without you babemy world is empty without you)I'm just trynna make it my niggaYea yeaA wise nigga told me don't chase that cashFollow your heart you'll make that fastDoes a stripper love to shake that assor does she wise to erase that past?Got a nigga in her face just gassed likebaby girl why you take this path?Stack in his hand trynna make that lastall she thinking bout is how to take his lastRub tities in his face and laughgotta try not to look fake in factAlittle more money like a few more 20sand you let that nigga grab your naked ass?Okay hes gone nowRoll her eyes when he whispers in her earThis ain't the life for you babylet me take you out of here cause(My world is empty without you babemy world is empty without you)She like, Nigga yea right, do you knowhow much mutha fucking money I'm making? "Yea my nigga sit back blow in the airOnly getting high cause we close to the hellNigga trynna like like Hova oh-wellwe broke and that doe coming slow as a snailHustle hard til there no inhaleHit the block like a postman with mailMy brother got knocked now the hold him in cellsMy mom broke but she posted the bailSomeway, some how niggas feelinlike the sun down even when the sun up!Hear the sound out the window of the gun bustAnd you wonder why niggas keep the gun tuckedBut, this how niggas was brung upA mother just trynna raise her sun upTil a stray bullet got his lungs struckAnd the Governor could'ntgive one fuckWhile she sangin(My world is empty without you babemy world is empty without you)Damn, told you niggas cold world no blanketTough Luck, yea
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Yea, like I said man, you niggas
need to be out there and smoking something man
You know what I'm saying?
Yea, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop to the race is won
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
usually turn out to be the fakest ones
Carolina where I made it from
Cold world no blanket son
Girls fast how Jamaican run
Puffin on the city where the Lakers from, L-A, L-A, la la
So high everything is a ha ha from me
Dreamin of the days of a Drop 500
and a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for me
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry
if you ever felt what's inside my tummy
My mom wanting out, is my time running out?
Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?
Hope not... hope not... hope nothope not
(My world is empty without you babe
my world is empty without you)
I'm just trynna make it my nigga
Yea yea
A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash
Follow your heart you'll make that fast
Does a stripper love to shake that ass
or does she wise to erase that past?
Got a nigga in her face just gassed like
baby girl why you take this path?
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
all she thinking bout is how to take his last
Rub tities in his face and laugh
gotta try not to look fake in fact
Alittle more money like a few more 20s
and you let that nigga grab your naked ass?
Okay hes gone now
Roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear
This ain't the life for you baby
let me take you out of here cause
(My world is empty without you babe
my world is empty without you)
She like, Nigga yea right, do you know
how much mutha fucking money I'm making? "
Yea my nigga sit back blow in the air
Only getting high cause we close to the hell
Nigga trynna like like Hova oh-well
we broke and that doe coming slow as a snail
Hustle hard til there no inhale
Hit the block like a postman with mail
My brother got knocked now the hold him in cells
My mom broke but she posted the bail
Someway, some how niggas feelin
like the sun down even when the sun up!
Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust
And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked
But, this how niggas was brung up
A mother just trynna raise her sun up
Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
And the Governor could'ntgive one fuck
While she sangin
(My world is empty without you babe
my world is empty without you)
Damn, told you niggas cold world no blanket
Tough Luck, yea
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