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Cold World (feat. Remy Banks & Earl Sweatshirt)

[Verse 1: Remy Banks]

Swerving in the hoopty, but a nigga not drunk

I'm high off of life, with a pinch of skunk

Maybe high off of determination, but I'm low on luck

cause we've been putting on for years, and people still counting sheep on us

But its cool, I be that offspring that's dressed in wolf clothing

With a mallet and a bell, just to await a rude awakening

Out here yellin Worlds Fair until the name brand

Hailing from a place where every nigga wanna be king

Plus this world is too cold, so I keep my circle small

Puffing chronic with my dogs, chilly, but we hold down the city

And my borough, feelin unstoppable like Tetsuo

Akira in the membrane Queens get the money

And I'm broke and going insane, stressed out my brain

Til it left on a train to Connecticut for the weekend

Might extended stay until I'm diving in the deep end

Of a pool full of euros, pounds, and yen, let's get this money, man[Hook: Domo Genesis]

L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile

That real shit is going out of style

These young niggas out here acting buck wild

We just need that real shit right now

L said it's cold in this world, sometimes it's hard for me to crack a smile

That real shit is going out of style

These young niggas out here acting buck wild

They just need that real shit right now[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

For what it's worth, a nigga made his way from the dirt

All the times I went berserk, all ideas that didn't work

But we cherish when we hurt, we finished dinner and dessert

For every thought that hurt for the piece that I deserve I'm on the search

Many times a nigga thought that he would give in

Every dream that I would witness with previous premonitions

I knew that I would be this

It's never been a secret, took a genius to believe it

Our elite is to achieve it

I'm runnin overheated, but practice what I'm preachin

Never sleep and we catch you slippin and throw you in the deep end

I know some niggas died over pride, high

I know some fake niggas claim they ride, that's a lie

I know some hatting niggas that when I rhyme, they despise

Wish I could share these visions through eyes

High like a fucking revolutionary

I'm droppin knowledge, and its only knowledge you should carry

Bitch, I'm in truth and everybody know the truth[Hook][Verse 3: Earl Sweatshirt]

Looking for shit to scratch up off this bucket list

Found a tug of war between my mother and my fucking friends

Fucking bucket, bumping nothing in the summer

Trying to chug a fifth of Jack in case you wondering where the ruckus went

I kept in the baggie of Oregano

Fronting like I'm selling dope, stunting with my effort low

Let the records show these niggas why they bitches neck is swole

It's OFM to the death of us, pigs, try to hem us up

The best wrestler's back guzzling seconds up

Using label checks to fuck around in the Cressida

And I'm advocating aggression

To any man who would test us, an avid fan of the presence of vodka

This drink is like my first time hearing Flocka

Hope is what the weed can't offer

Cheap ass, coughing, C-class method-acting young nigga

Dressing like I'm geriatric, said it's very active

Strong arm, steady swearing I could tear a mattress

Track-slapping 'em silly as Tom and Jerry tactics

Why you started? I fire harder than every rapper

Gassing these fairies, dare I say that he carry matches?[Interlude][Hook][Verse 4: Hodgy Beats]

No confusion and ??? I know who I am

Responsibility enables me to move through life with agility

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