yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
This cold world that we live in.
Yeah.
And no matter where I go, I ain't fitting in.
No, I turn my back and keep on talking shit again.
Yeah.
Yeah.
But I ain't even listen yet.
Yeah.
This cold world that we live in.
And no matter where I go, I ain't fitting in.
And we know I've turned my back on people talking shit again.
I didn't even listen to it
No, no, I didn't listen.
No, no, no.
I ain't even listening I ain't even listening
I don't even listen to them, just singing songs.
is what I bring along.
Cause everybody got a penny home.
But you won't give a fuck when I be droppin' bombs Nah, never, cause I'm livin' for Alabama Niggas more to certify with
Word of mine is if a nigga never heard my rhymes, I'd lurk in time, throw you through the
As I close my eyes to get some rest for Benny, you shall.
Obsessed with the gimmicks.
I take a right, left, make a blast with them lyrics.
Yes, yes, I'm in.
Getting rid of the stress with some sense in my chest.
I'm going to give it to you.
What you want to see, I'm going to float away, get paid, lay strolling on them Elky waves.
Yes, dope to your D, nigga.
Tell me who you believe, nigga.
This cold world that we livin' in.
Yeah.
And no matter where I go, I ain't fitting it.
No, I turn my back and people talking shit again.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, I didn't even listen yet.
in the battle for the gold medal we all race into the finish line pedal to the metal i'll pour another shot then let that liquor settle
Hobo with a shotgun near the burning barrel.
A lonely traveler's the tone that's set.
it's funny how it seems they don't really know me yet now they ask me what happened why do i act funny i blew up in the week now i'm getting rap money yeah i got my own cap plus i got a rap monkey
Sure, there's a whole bunch of girls that want to flirt, but before I meet my maker, I want to see the paper.
Before you need a favor, I think I'll see you later.
Yeah.
And no matter where I go, I ain't fitting in.
No, I turn my back and people talk shit again.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, I ain't even listening.
Whatever floats your boat, you gotta hold the ropes.
And no matter where I go, I ain't fit.
This isn't a perfect storm.
We need to stay on the move.
I turn my back and people talk shit again.
Whatever floats your boat, you gotta hold the ropes.
But I ain't even listening.
This is a perfect storm.
We need to stay afloat.
I ain't even listening.
No, no.
No, no, no, no.
