So Cold (feat. Michael Blaide & Lauren D) [Paradise Productionz Mix]

Feels like steel chains are confining me Paradigm shift in my reality Sporadically, I make few moves Always risk it all, got nothing to lose Got everything to prove, while I pay my dues Pagan bred flow, Cross me, make no mistake The only thing I'll murder, pillage and rape Are insects, beats and whack mixtapes I feel bad for WASPS, call them Urban Pop Look at wannabe's like Homeboy, PLEASE STOP Everyone spitting metaphors, make the same play They all got nines, techs and AKs, cleverly strung together Lyrically, blown away Rap game feels weak, quite frankly, I'm bored Everybody's got bars, real talent's ignored The truest art, God it comes from the soul I no longer have the heart to keep fame as my goal It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold word It's a fight everyday to survive Oppressive reality has me on suicide One little trigger, I begin to nose dive Sabotage and wreck, everything I pride Anger is a powerful emotion to induce Bottled up inside, I'm fully infused Abandonment issues, disappointed easily Victim of myself, stuck in reality We're sick in the head, it's so plain to see Impossible to connect without a user ID Get drunk, get wasted, dance floor, first base it My high school game? Never replaced it Don't matter the year Ain't nothing changed The dating scene is forever a game Honesty and love we seek, while we bury our souls in animosity It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold word Bada boom, bada bing Satires multiplying With your muck fest, quite unnerving Hold your notes lauding, modern issues on the post Spread your marmalade, prepared toast Chin waggin, with these gossipy folks Tellin everyone they stacked, when they ain't making the bread You in a phase, tactically, you a casualty Lacking the battalion, yousa fade I'm axe wielding and hacking They all sweating by the gallon Keepin a float gotta Brigands wanna see me choke Not goin happen Being black in the country always gotta watch what you say, how you say it It's exhausting Being true to yourself sometimes is costly Picking one - picky, petty or grimey It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold world So cold, so cold It's a cold, cold word