Cold damn world and I'm all alone in it

Half of me is gone I can't find the next percentage

Shoot a whole clip like my name is Cole Bennett

Always on the edge smoke this L so I don't fidget

Straight funk how I rock

These forces with the pendant

Pop out like an image

I'm so fresh but that's a given

Fake shit I don't get it be yourself without pretending

Frustrates my soul I was down but they forget it

I will pour up a whole cup

Right now

Pipe down

With all that ra n ruff

Like how you acting tough when dotted up

Off this loud I'm coughing up

The bros are off I call them up

It's all work no knocking up

If it's falling short we talk them up

Up up

I'm in the cut not short of luck

Blunt is full with runts it fills my lungs

Ain't no remixing this just how it comes

Dutches stuffed it's guts to dubs

A b**h to practice for my love

No reaction to a thug

Only G's I maybe trust

The f**k is even wrong with you

Off this juice it's thick and got me stuck just like it's glue

I wouldn't die for you

Unless it's crew and that's so true

If it's beef we call no truce

We stir it up like it's stew

I'm sick achoo

Achoo

Achoo