{Verse 1: Randel Alexander}
Sitting planning A master mission
Hoping I see the world & enjoy the things while I'm living
But all I can do is hope, it's really my God's decision
Cause for all I know I could be that man in that kitchen
Behind the stove, cooking slow then washing dishes
For eight dollars an hour, you got to be kidding ?
Then we got, n***as k**ing blasting they triggas
Then we got, n***as stealing grabbing your riches
COLD WORLD ! n***as still puff they swishers
I tell the whole world that it's love that we missing
I'd take a step back & watch the stair that you missing
Cause you can fall real hard in this world that we live in
CATASTROPHE !n***as tripping while im whipping
You should be glad of me
Money stacking & im racking why you mad at me ?
I don't get it, f** ya'll n***as I done had it G
I DONE HAD IT G ! but f** it I know ya'll n***as ain't heard that last of me
Cause I'm a keep it rolling like the gas on me
f** what you thought this hip hop is the half of me
Got to keep it in my heart like it's attached to me
n***as trash to me ! so I got to recycle
Knocking n***as off the top until my name on the title
Put them feelings in a box to stay away from the drama
Trying to get up to the top with the zeros & comas
This for my n***as on the block, squeezing they lamas
This the year we just do, no about to's & trynas
f** Sense ! n***as only worry about dollars
& when the next b**h he see on the strip he gon holla !
YEA
COLE WORLD ni**a !
ni**a IT'S A COLD WORLD ni**a
SHOUT OUT TO J.COLE ni**a
UH, YEA
ni**aS KNOW ni**a
I GOT MY OWN ni**a
YEA, I GOT MY OWN ni**a !