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It's Cole, wont lie, wont stop til the race is wonNiggas who be rapping how real they are, usually turn out to be the fakest onesCarolina where I made it fromCold world no blanket sonGirls fast how Jamaican runPuffin on the city where the Lakers from, L-A, L-A, la laSo high everything is a ?ha ha? from meDreamin of the days of a Drop 500 and a bad bitch that will go to Popeyes for meYou can never tell me that I'm not hungry, if you ever felt whats inside my tummyMy mom wanting out, is my time running out?Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me?(My world is empty without you babe)(My world is empty without you)A wise nigga told me don't chase that cashFollow your heart you'll make that fastDoes a stripper love to shake that ass or does she wish to erase that past?Got a nigga in her face just gassed like ?baby girl why you take this path??Stack in his hand trynna make that last, all she thinking bout is how to take his lastRub tities in his face and laugh, gotta try not to look fake in factSongtexteA little more money like a few more 20's and you let that nigga grab your naked ass?Okay he's gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear?This aint the life for you baby let me take you out of here"(My world is empty without you babe)(My world is empty without you)My nigga sit back blow in the airOnly getting high cuz we close to the hellNigga trynna live like Hova, but well, we broke and that doe coming slow as a snailHustle hard til there no inhaleHit the block like a postman with mailMy brother got knocked now they hold him in cellsMy mom broke but she posted the bailSomeway, some how niggas feelin like the sun down even when the sun upHear the sound out the window of the gun bustAnd you wonder why niggas keep the gun tuckedBut, this how niggas was brung upA mother just trynna raise her son upTil a stray bullet got his lungs struckAnd the Governor couldn't give one fuck(My world is empty without you babe)(My world is empty without you) Aus Songtexte Mania