it's a cold fucking world
we've gotta make this money
yeah we've gotta get paid
no matter how hard times may get
i always know where i'm from
i fucking love where i'm at
no matter how you're living
this is the life you've been given
you gotta hustle for yours until your pockets are fat
you gotta know where you're from
you gotta love where you're at
but the ones that survive
till the day that you die
throw your first in the sky
my friends have always got my back when we walk these streets
so i keep them close to my heart like a jacob piece
we'll be down till we're dead in the ground
we're the kings of this shit
you can't touch this crown
no matter how you be living
this is the life you've been given
you gotta hustle for yours until your pockets are fat
you gotta know where you're from
you gotta love where you're at
but the ones that survive
till the day that you die
throw your first in the sky
from the dirty fucking south to the wild fucking west
you gotta hold you and yours down
who gives a fuck about the rest?
from the dirty fucking south
you gotta hold you and yours down
who gives a fuck about the rest?