[Intro] Ay Check M.A.D.O.K to the A [Chorus] All of the caution All of the nonsense Maneuver through life and death And ain't no threat Ain't no sweat I'm getting it off my chest But I'm still blessed I ain't trippin' I'm in the same apartment I was born in In the apartment my family be mournin' Pardon my mess It's just part of the process We be in darkness Ain't nobody heartless [Verse 1] Beggars Banquet We need to eat, let us in Please, our ribs can be counted A thousand thousands Thousand voices chanting in the streets The mewling kittens are losing patience, want some meat Ate a pound of horseflesh last week Can't even afford salt for the saltines It's saltines and tap water and soy sauce and aspirin Taco shells, mayo, stale Cap'n Crunch, and half a bunch of rotten plantains Nothin' makes sense Can't pay rent, can't pay for Can't pay for the cab fare or the band camp or the book fair Can't afford a hobby Can't afford to walk around, can't afford the socks Only thing we can afford is what's for dinner We are beggars, we are sinners [Verse 2] This is a cold world, survival of the fittest It's kill or be killed, and it's all about business I need me a mansion, three bedrooms and a kitchen A big-ass backyard with the pool and the children With a husband that's loyal, who's all about commitment And loves his family, so his time is spent with them And that's what I'm wishin', I'm prayin' and hopin' 'Cause life is a b!tch and that's how the dice rollin' And people is hatin', and people is plottin' They got demons on them and the devil is watchin' But I don't need no goons, I don't need no goblins I don't need no sticks 'cause the Glock ain't a option I'm strapped with the spirit, I'm walkin' with Jesus I step in the building and I'm ready for warfare 'Cause this is a cold world, cold world, cold world, cold world [Chorus] All of the caution All of the nonsense Maneuver through life and death And ain't no threat Ain't no sweat I'm getting it off my chest But I'm still blessed I ain't trippin' I'm in the same apartment I was born in In the apartment my family be mournin' Pardon my mess It's just part of the process We be in darkness Ain't nobody heartless [Verse 3] Pardon my French, but it's just fck you and what you gotta say I think I'd rather be myself in a grave than die a slave Bottled up like Drakkar, since back in the day Had to Dr. Dre myself, these Chronic Thoughts and Mobb Deep Just keep shakin' my head like "fck these wannabes" They say the world's our oyster, you can't shuck these economies I know my history, nothin' but misery 'Cause of the sin and greed, the sinners and sycophants They're all penny-pinching off my epiphany I seen homies and b!tches become liabilities Got 'em wishin' they could pay me for a soliloquy You can't keep it trill when you seein' me like the trilogy I need more cash, I need more cash I need more cash, I need more cash Like my great-grandfather, who fought in World War II But still could not escape his battle with Jim Crow I just don't wanna live my life the way that he had to In his blue collar, red tie, and dirty brown shoes His blood soakin' the white stripes of his blue flag For a country that don't care, but he ain't never had to brag 'Cause he had more cash, he had more cash He had more cash, he had more cash And I need more cash, I need more cash I need more cash, I need more cash [Verse 4] Yeah, they wanna know who the realest Talkin' like they in the village, b!tch, you know where I came from My city is all hoods and rain, son We be in them streets every day, bro, this ain't a vacation The thought of heaven has been real complacent Pray to God to save me from Satan, 'cause I'm steady with the weed and the blunt Too much money ain't enough, 'cause these b!tches don't really care When they love you, you just hope that they stay there And the homies, they won't ride, just give them the green light Do you really think your dog will survive in this dogfight? Damn, these homies be broke The coldest one that you know The only one in this world who can make you lose all hope Yeah, this world is cold [Chorus] All of the caution All of the nonsense Maneuver through life and death And ain't no threat Ain't no sweat I'm getting it off my chest But I'm still blessed I ain't trippin' I'm in the same apartment I was born in In the apartment my family be mournin' Pardon my mess It's just part of the process We be in darkness Ain't nobody heartless ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All copyrights for Lyrics & Sounds are reserved to ©𝕄𝔸𝔻𝕆𝕂𝔸 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟.
