Joe Budden

Joe Budden - Cold World lyrics

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(feat. Musiq Soulchild)



You are now listening to The Growth (haha)

Let me talk to them...

 

[Verse 1:]

See I was always looking for an out

Knew what I ain't want to be about

Ain't want to fall victim to the trials

'Street Dreams' like Fab, but not dreams like that 

Cuz even his is better than the dreams I've had

They say you are where you're from, maybe to some

But I won't let a nigga label me slum and make me succumb

If I'm a grown ass man with no job, no money, that would make me a bum

It's not o.k. with me none

It's what they called me, I hated that y'all

Wasn't a 'College Dropout,' at least Kanye made it that far

Sixth grade parted ways, like later with that y'all

I was bought up with it, wasn't no paper in that, naw

Pulled a few capers, that came to a stop

When I realized that ain't no bigger gang than the cops

Break tail, I can rebel and blast a shot 

Cuz jail's a revolving door, but the caskets not (ya herd) 



[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]

Cuz everyday, of my life (yea) 

I've tried so hard to get right (talk to them)

But nothing seems to matter when you 

Got so much comming at you (oh)

In this world they say, just be strong 

But it ain't easy when you hurt so long 

And it's a shame 

Nothings changed no matter how far you go 

In this cold cold world... 



[Verse 2:] 

O.k., now we got little brothers that wanna deal on the strip (cold, cold world)

Or we got little sisters that feel they gotta strip 

Swinging on the pole have us feening over tits

And a lot of us horny niggas, we ain't even gonna tip

BUT! Nothings wrong with it at all, I respect it

But we always take something short term and try to stretch it

Breads gonna G a lot of niggas when they learn it fast

Money comes fast and it leaves a lot quicker

Nigga, we in a place that's to every extreme

And a place where niggas die over the pettiest things

And it seems to been deterrent shit  

Cuz we don't carry guns to kill now, niggas carry burners to live

So, God it's me a-gain, our father who art in Heaven

Hollow be thy name, pray them hollows never hit my frame

Everyday I'm around it

Everyday I'm surrounded

Everyday I try to say grounded in this cold, cold world 



[Chorus]  



[Verse 3:] 

We living in a place where niggas tooling each other

Where the President and terrorists are cool with each other

Sending millions in the war make us do it with each other

Hit Bin Laden on his cell like 'I got them making fools of each other'

Got us in a hold, pigeon

Why I can't talk to niggas, that's just so indignant

People are so ignorant

Till a wise man sat me down, like 'Joe listen' 

You can't 'conversate' with a nigga with no diction 

And I don't watch the news (nah)

I don't wanna hear about another kidnapped and another kid clapped

And moms killing her seed, got another kid trapped 

In the car gasping like, ah

So you clowns can run around with your pounds and your war stories

But I ain't choose to be hood, shit was forced on me

It's not what I endorse homey 

Cuz I know that's where they wanna keep us, stop us from being leaders (you know)

 

[Chorus]
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