[Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Livin' in a world so cold Keep a nigga on ten toes Where I'm headin', only Lord knows Said, "I'm droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control"
[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Thirty million by age thirty Motivated to reach my goals, trust me, I ain't worried 'Bout weak-minded bitches and hoes, these low-life niggas Who ain't got no self-control, I'm feelin' hungry and They just ain't feedin' my soul, I had to let go A lotta people that I really thought were there for me Were just in my way, holdin' on the fact of what we used to be back in the day Niggas ain't gon' meet me halfway, I ain't finna wait Had to cut the dead weight just so I could elevate and levitate Now lemme set the record straight Every day, I meditate 'cause I'm the one they love to hate Focus on the bigger picture, tryna find a better way 'Cause I ain't finna cut myself short Money gettin' longer but happiness never been bought The type of shit I'll teach to my daughter never was taught To me, when I was younger, 'cause that shit wasn't even a thought
[Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Livin' in a world so cold (So cold) Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes) Where I'm headin', only Lord knows Said, "I'm droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control" Livin' in a world so cold (So cold) Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes) Where I'm headin', only Lord knows Said, "I'm droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control"
[Post-Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control Droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control
[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] It was all a dream, came in this at seventeen Me and my Pro Era team focused on the better things Tryna stack cheddar, C.R.E.A.M. rule everything, uh Foot up on the pedal and never settlin', uh Full steam ahead and I'm ten-year veteran How you figure? Name a nigga that I ain't better than My flow iller, still, it's the cure like medicine, the cold killer Glock's up, decide to let him in by Pro Era I swear this shit couldn't be more clearer It's like I'm lookin' through a whole mirror I could see the vision so I live like it's my last day And everything I want just tryna meet me halfway I try to stay calm but niggas tryna blast me The ski mask way, lookin' for a fast pay, so I stay On the alarm, 'cause I ain't tryna go the fast way It's a marathon, you can't treat it like a drag race
[Interlude] Yo, what's your name again? I know you from where? High school? I don't know you, man Loser
[Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Livin' in a world so cold (So cold) Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes) Where I'm headin', only Lord knows Said, "I'm droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control" Livin' in a world so cold (So cold) Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes) Where I'm headin', only Lord knows Said, "I'm droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control"
[Post-Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control ('trol, 'trol, 'trol, 'trol) Droppin' my top, throwin' on cruise control ('trol, 'trol, 'trol, 'trol)
[Outro: Nas] Ladies and gentlemen Your man, Mr. Nasir Jones, is proud to present my man, Jo-Vaughn Some of you motherfuckers know him as Joey Bada$$ Wise man, this man has age on him, like he's been here before Yet he's a young king, ya heard? Everybody in the back, quiet down, get ready for some real shit I introduce to you a great one, you know him as Joey Bada$$Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
