[Intro – somber piano, slow beat drop] Yeah... Hard times made a savage... This shit made me numb. Look… [Verse 1] Grew up where them bodies drop, so I don't flinch at murder scenes I seen homies turn to opps, I seen brothers chase a dream Glock tucked in the denim jeans, Percs got me feelin’ clean Mama cried too many nights, now I hustle like a fiend Got that pain in my soul, ain't no therapy for this Pop a pill, load a clip, pray to God I don't miss Bitch, I came from nothin’, turned my losses into wins But they hate to see me up, want me right back in that bin [Hook – melodic, Polo G singing tone] It’s a cold world, I keep that heat close Watch your back, even your kin fold They show fake love, that’s how this street go I done lost bros, I can't sleep, no Yeah, it's fuck the law, I been through too much I got war wounds, they don’t stitch up They wanna see me fall, but I stood up Now I flex hard for the days I was fucked up [Verse 2] Caught my first case at like fifteen Judge looked at me like I was never gon’ be shit Now I'm countin' racks in a foreign with a stick Still got PTSD when the sirens hit I ain’t never had no silver spoon, it was ramen packs Had to rob, had to trap, had to duck them straps R.I.P my dawgs, I can’t bring y’all back But this pain in my chest make my verses slap Still ten toes in the warzone Fuck fame, I just want my bros home Made it out but I’m still alone In this industry, I don’t trust no soul [Hook – melodic again, with more passion] It’s a cold world, I keep that heat close Watch your back, even your kin fold They show fake love, that’s how this street go I done lost bros, I can't sleep, no Yeah, it's fuck the law, I been through too much I got war wounds, they don’t stitch up They wanna see me fall, but I stood up Now I flex hard for the days I was fucked up [Outro – spoken, fading out] Man, this life don’t love you... You gotta make that shit love you back, by force. No regrets. Just scars.
