Testo Cold World - G Herbo feat. Yosohn
Testo della canzone Cold World (G Herbo feat. Yosohn), tratta dall'album 25
Greed and disloyalty
Know we beefin' with the opps on top of all these lawyer fees
When we lurkin' on they block the chopper speakin' Portuguese (brrr)
Strapped with 30 shot Glocks, we got like 20 more of these
Now I'm millionaire status, watched some homies leave (damn)
Thank God, I found out he a rat before the cheese (thank you)
In the California sun, I'm rockin' shorter sleeves
Some of my niggas really gon' be gone for 40 seasons
Can't believe I beat the streets, I'll give you 40 reasons (40 reasons)
I was on my toes from the morning to the evening (morning to the evening)
Think I was a doctor how I seen a nigga bleeding (damn)
He a real pussy hole, I seen the nigga screaming (hoo)
He a real demon and he lookin' like he mean it
Hollows in his chest, he stretched, I seen it how he wheezing
Yeah, I'm hot like Weezy (Weezy)
Yeah, I'm hotter than the sun, I got 'em stoppin' breathing
All the shit I'm spitting sick, you might start cough and sneezin'
Fuckin' with these rappers, might get tricked, don't believe 'em (don't believe 'em)
I made it out with heathens (heathens), gifted, I received it, blessings that is
Blessings, yes I did, stacking M's, that's just for my kids
You like this song Yosohn?
You like it? You love daddy? (Oh, yeah, yeah)
What's your name? (I am Yosohn)
You love daddy? (Yeah, I love daddy)
I ain't know the world was cold when saw a murder at nine
Still thought I was fine, no wonder I play with cap guns all the time
Can't make new friends 'cause I lost all of mine
It's a blessing to be alive, so I strive
It's a cold city, windy, even the hoes gritty (hoes gritty)
Watch out these hoes trickin' (hoes tricky), nobody owed pity (owed pity)
Ain't no more OGs 'cause most niggas told and them niggas old bitches
Gotta go on a hit with two 30s or more 'cause most niggas roll with 50s
Whole city got a brand-new wave of Glizzy
Now them bitches came with switches (switches)
When the fuck they bring out them editions, man this shit gettin' fishy (brr)
The police still too quick to kill us when we look suspicious
They tryna knock me off my square, but I bend and stood position
No coincidence I got hit from there 'cause I'm just a gifted nigga
Doing 150 in the Urus carefully tryna miss collision (skrr)
I was trapped, it's easy to get whacked, I make a split decision (uh-uh)
And 'Sohn he miss me 'cause I lost my vision (damn)
Yeah, I know you want that, man these niggas trippin' (can't do that)
Holding in that stress, and DMX, I get to slippin' (I get to slippin')
Fell in with the opioids and I started clickin' out (damn)
Always angry with my girl 'cause I felt like she bitchin' out (what up?)
I was just swimming with sharks before I walked up in the house (what up)
Know this pain lay deep inside of me, I just can't get it out
So now I feel like shootin' (bah)
You can't wait to let it out too, yeah, I feel like you (feel like you)
In a fight with my anxiety, I feel like Juice
And I beat the streets, man
Not by coincidence, it's because I embraced it
Like, all the toughest shit I been through in my life, I took it
Head on, I ain't complain about it, man, you know what I'm sayin'
It actually get greater, later
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Writer(s): Julian Davis, Herbert Wright
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