K.A.I.D. - COLD WORLD Lyrics

I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Everybody on their phone
Everybody tryna get to the money, get to the dough
Ok
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Heat like LeBron
New York one like I'm Brunson
Ok
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Everybody on their phone
Everybody tryna get to the money like Al Capone
Ok
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Feel like Lebron
Watch the throne, shit
Feel like I'm Jay-Z
New York City, it raised me
Like I respawned here
If I don't respond to ya
It's cuz I'm onto ya
Roll up that Entie, huh?
I'm on my bounty hunter shit
I might unload the clip
Just kidding
Be peaceful in the city
Only thing in my hand's a spliffy, smoking willy nilly
Copping packs on packs so frequently I feel like Free Willy doing backflips
I'm a f*cking Killer Whale way I smack bitches
And you know that I'm a Mac the way I McClung it
Way I wanna dunk it
On your f*cking noggin
Like I'm Obi Toppin
Top of the morning
And I'll push your ass down like Barbecue Chicken
Like I'm Shaquille O'Neal
Breaking the f*cking glass
Bitch, I'm making you kneel
Make the people go stupid, yuh
It go stupido
It's true, mijo
And all the while
You led me on
And you made me work
Then you took a part
Now you're on my mind
Now you're on my dome
Get the f*ck out!
Get the f*ck out!
I can't take it no more
I can't take it no more
Bitch, I'm feeling raw
Like a hit and run
I should've listened to Darnell, now you have my heart
And I've been here often
It's honestly obnoxious
Can't believe I'm not hip
Ok
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Everybody on their phone
Everybody tryna get to the money, get to the dough
Ok
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Heat like LeBron
New York one like I'm Brunson
Ok
I get it
I get it
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Everybody on their phone
Everybody tryna get to the money like Al Capone
Ok
I get it
I get it
I'm gone
Feel like Lebron, hey
Watch the throne, shit
I'm on the scene
The revolutions on TV
Hey, mama, do you see me?
These babies wanna be me
These teams wanna beat me
These girls wanna eat me, 'cause I don't beat my meat
They wanna be mommy, I'm sorry, but they can't
'Cause these girls be hoes nine times outta 10
And I can't afford no bitch, no I can't
No I can't afford no bitch, no I can't
How can I live
In this f*cking world
It's a killing spree
Like I'm Spreewell
For the three
Can you please
Roll with me
For the free, free
Smoke with me