Lyrics Cold World (Freestyle) - EO

Cold World (Freestyle)

You can grind if you wanna make it warmer
You gotta hustle for the pound and the dollar
Cold, cold world, yeah (I, I)
You can grind if you wanna make it warmer
You gotta hustle for the pound and the dollar
Moving house to house used to drive me insane
I used to pray to god to come and take away the pain
I had the vision and he said that I should put it in a frame
Now I pray cause it says that we should put it on a stage
It’s hard growin' up in the hood
It’s a maze full rats and the cats and the thugs and the snakes
Mum’s just surviving on minimal wage
That’s why this year I thank god for all of the change
A whole load of changes
Shout to my bro’s that be out on the block
Man I promise to swallow my patience
Just stay on your grind and give us some time
And we’ll be swimming in pay checks (Pay checks)
Took her shopping she bought a watch
I told her order more
Came into the world and was fucking poor
Now we’re winning, why you think I got the Roley for?
I remember back when I was young
Man I hated taking money from my mum
Now she want a holiday, I say calm
Then I put her arse in first class and she’s gone
Said I put her arse in first class and she’s goes
Sit back and watch her take off like Migos, yeah
How my girl told me ready if you ask friend
Your offset let me know
If I missed her, then I might call her back
Spoiler drippin' in sauce and dat
Who are you to say my bars are wack?
Man will knock you out the park like a baseball bat, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, so my yé is different to yours
Back then you guys used to laugh at the scores
Now I’m winnin', so bitch where’s my round of applause?
Said it’s a cold, cold world, yeah (I, I)
You can grind if you wanna make it warmer
You gotta hustle for the pound and the dollar
Cold, cold world, yeah (I, I)
You can grind if you wanna make it warmer
You gotta hustle for the pound and the dollar
I’ve been working on my first EP
Probably why I’ve haven’t seen you about four weeks
I swear I’m sick of the complaining
Moving like Ferdi, askin' «Why you can’t see me?»
Can’t see me?
What do you mean you can’t see me?
When I’m the nigga on your TV
Shining brighter than a diamond, you can call me RiRi
Shining brighter than a diamond, you can call me VVS
And you can say it with your chest
'Cause she don’t want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from us
So if you want my girl, that’s my bad cos thats impossible
'Cause I’m flyer than a paper plane
I pasted the test that pushed all the pain away
I burnt the booth, they call me the microwave
I swear I’m sick and tired of playing games, yeah (Playin' games, yeah)