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Cold in the bitch, need a full metal jacket
Cold in the bitch, so I stay with a ratchet
Life ain't a game, but I aim for the basket
And I got my life savings hidden in the mattress
It's cold, it's cold
It's cold, it get cold
Streets hit a nigga with body blows
In search of the pot of gold
It's section 8 in the barrios
Snotty nose, bad ass, Baghdad
Where they finding babies in the trash bag
Sleeping in the black mask
Jacking for the jackpot
Mama smoking crack rock
Daddy gone back now
Judge got him maxed out
Now you on the black top
Working on your crap shot
Move up to the trap spot
Buddy pulling racks out
Handing out the packs now
Eating, getting fat now
Really in his act now
Oh they don't like that now
His homie gon' rat now
They tired of the background
Put the bait in the back dog
Damn
Cold in the bitch, need a full metal jacket
Cold in the bitch, so I stay with a ratchet
Life ain't a game, but I aim for the basket
And I got my life savings hidden in the mattress
It's cold, it's cold
It's cold, it get cold
You know
God dammit it's cold, kinda freezing
The youngins out here killing for no reason
Dope boys flexing, robbing season
Door kicked in, all you hear is heavy breathing
Assault rifles pointed everywhere, know the procedure
Fuck no
If it was me, I'd buck
And probably die this evening
It's a cold world
Seem like it's evil as fuck
And I don't believe in bad luck
Strapped up
And I ain't tryna have my wrist cuffed
These crooked ass cops, those the ones that I don't trust
They plant dope on a nigga
Then the DA team up on a nigga
Lawyers be swapping niggas out, so I don't fuck with them niggas