Just A Cold lyrics

[Part I] Never too different Downtown, down south Flippin' them packs on south bound Talkin' that shit, get smacked up Your bitch, got scars now Never too different, never too different (Never too different) I don't like shit, I don't go out Because it walk into the room like buffet (yeah, baby) Check concussion, hoodie black my lung is Goodie bag, my shit come with suicide notes I wrote (yeah, baby) But I gotta go for broke (yeah) Giving up don't float my boat (yeah) Giving up don't feed my folks (la-da) Crazy, I'm vida loc' Could cut/coke up my demon's throat Put a bottle inside of it then I seal it closed I'm really him, really cold I write off the realest dose Sniff so hard, can't feel my nose Tell my fans it's just a cold Downtown, down south Flippin' them packs on south bound (la-da) Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (la-da) Your bitch, got scars now (la-da) Downtown, down south Flippin' them packs on south bound (la-da) Talkin' that shit, get smacked up (la-da) Your bitch, got scars now (la-da) [Part ii] I forget last night so I'm happy for today And I love the girl still so I'm glad she got away Dig a hole like the acid on her brain But I'm sharper than the tool that put my dad's name on the grave I think about the same things every day Wear rings every day just to put the ice on her handshake It's a cold world, feel the pencil in my hand break Page after page after page, it's a rampage Page after page full of pain, it's a campaign Heard it through the grapevine, she be at her man's place Heard it through the grapevine, that body is man-made But I came from the grapevine like champagne Bitch, I'm not a God, I'm a brand name Put so many kids in her veins, gotta say my name in vain I'm a sycophant, a fit of power turn a sinner to my soldiers Highway to hell, I'ma tell [?] and be the chauffeur