Cold Old World
God made me a G
Let's see, let me be me
So let me see, keep it street
Concrete, it makes me feel OG

G'd up, slut, backup what you got
G's up, slut, don't you ever forgot
Hoes down, quit fucking around
Pimping hoes, until the earth is round

Some say the earth is flat
And my dick is long, it's all wrong, true that
My dick is fat, but it's small, because I crawl
And I never cry, that's why, hoe, now you know

Gangstas don't kiss, we get old and die rich
Gangstas don't dance, we keep it boogie, bitch
Gangstas don't flip, we are born insane
Gangstas don't got second chance, that's lame

For fortune and fame, that's why they pray
Most of them still got some dues to pay
Most of them still got many mouths to feed
Real ones are buried, others still got to bleed
Some kept it real, but didn't last long
That's why others are nothing but pawns
As I write my thoughts I got two hoes
One sucking my dick, other licking my balls

That's a lot of lol's for your dirty soul and wicked mind
Just like Jesus said "He was lost and now he is find"
That's why me, myself and I keep my mind on my grind
True to the mankind like a real fucking mastermind

I'm old fashioned way G, don't make me vanish your soul
Ain't no limit in talking shit will turn your soul to a ghoul
Just like this cold old world will turn a girl into a squirrel
It's so damn cruel, and it will turn a boy's into a girl's skull