L'Orange - Cold lyrics

This game, this world (repeat) Ain't letting a s**er disturb my sleep Say it to my face if them words is deep Or I can't even take it personally You dealing with issues internally He talking so tough wouldn't hurt a flea Some of them rats even worse police Got money to make ain't concerned with beef Got babies and family I work to feed You dealing with giants I'm Hercules Grown folk talk wait your turn to speak Pull down your skirt take your purse and leave And get off my dick, probably hurt your knees Put in the work and I earned my keep Four-alarm blaze emergency He ain't getting burn and his verses weak So why they be calling him 3rd Degree? Still s**er free with the s**er repellent You ain't the only one in touch with a felon Big dog in the yard and you tucking you tail in You tough as a titty, tough as your nail is Man who is you telling? I'm telling the truth You tell on your n***as then fail to produce No XXL but excel in the booth Beats in the coffin and nails in the roof [Chrorus] These n***as is petty bro We fonkin' then let me know Then back to my schedule Taking it slow chasin' fetti tho' (repeat 2x) This game, this world (repeat 2x) These s**as be lying bout whipping the work These s**as be lying bout flipping a bird Say that they pimping ain't living a word Say that they balling like Pippen and Bird They keep on lying bout this and the third These s**as they really just get on my nerve You ain't from the bricks and you live in the 'burbs Claiming these hoods and ain't been to the turf Boy you need Jesus man get to the church Boy you need Jesus just get to the church It's twenty-sixteen just admit you a nerd Twenty sixteen just admit you a nerd [Chorus]