| It’s a cold world that we live in it
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| (Yeah)
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| And no matter where I go, I ain’t fearin' it
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| (No, no, no, no, no)
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| I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (Talkin' shit again)
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| But I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it, no, no)
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| It’s a cold world that we live in it
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| (It's a cold world that we line in it)
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| And no matter where I go, I ain’t
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| (No)
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| I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (People talkin' shit again)
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| But I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it, no, no,)
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| I ain’t even listen it
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| (No, no, no, no, no)
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| I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it)
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| No, I don’t even listen when I singing the song
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| Defintive destruction, when I bring along
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| Cause everybody got a penny, one
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| But I don’t give a fuck when I’m dropping bombs
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| No, never, cause I’m livin' forever
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| And my niggas want it certified
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| Burned minds, cause a niggas never heard my rhymes
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| I learn three times, purple skies
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| I close my eyes, to some rest for a minute
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| Cause y’all obssesed with the gimmicks
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| I take a right left, nigga, blessed with them lyrics
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| Yes, yes, I’mma give it to you
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| I’m gettin' rid of the stres,
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| In my chest, I’mma give it to you
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| To say what you wanna say, I’mma float away
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| Gettin' paid, gettin' laid, on the Milky Way
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| Yes, is Dope D.O.D, nigga
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| Tell me who you belivin'
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| It’s a cold world that we live in it
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| (Yeah)
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| And no matter where I go, I ain’t
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| (No, no, no, no, no)
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| I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (Talkin' shit again)
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| But I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it, no, no)
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| It’s a cold world that we live in it
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| Whatever floats your boat,
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| You gotta hold the ropes
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| 'Cause is a perfect storm
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| We need to stay afloat
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| Never give up hope
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| I know it sound so cold
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| But I will let it in my
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| And pray when we all grow old
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| In the battle for the gold medal
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| We all racin' to the finish line, pedal to the metal
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| I pour another shot, then that thing settle
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| Humble with the shotgun, need a burning barrel
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| A lonely travel, it’s the doom that’s set
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| It’s funny how it seems, they don’t really know me yet
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| Now they ask me what happened, why do I act funny
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| I’m blew up in a week, and now I’m gettin rap money
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| Yeah, I got my own cap, plus I got a rap monkey
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| Sure, a whole bunch of girls that wanna' flirt
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| But before I need my make-up, I wanna' see the paper
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| Before you need a favor, I guess I see you later
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| It’s a cold world that we live in it
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| (Yeah)
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| And no matter where I go, I ain’t
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| (No, no, no, no, no)
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| I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (Talkin' shit again)
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| But I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it, no, no)
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| Whatever floats your boat
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| You gotta hold the ropes
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| (No, no, no, no, no)]
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| 'Cause is a perfect storm
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| We need to stay afloat
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| [I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (Talkin' shit again).]
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| Whatever floats your boat
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| You gotta hold the ropes
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| (No, no, no, no, no)]
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| 'Cause is a perfect storm
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| We need to stay afloat
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| [I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again
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| (Talkin' shit again).]
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| I ain’t even listen it
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| (I ain’t even listen it, no, no) |