s so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world (No money, no jobs, no college degrees, what?) It's so hard in this world, It's so hard in this world
half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies [manly musa of zu ninjaz] Yo, my fam's royal, hot like
my candy is so fresh, so clean I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene In my candy with ten coats sprayed tight And that North side royal blue
need your herbs I'm gettin' high every time that you speak your words Well, I'm glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard, they call me
like a Mexican, clap wit ya Fam wit Smith and Wesson's Rip, heavy wit shine, diamond flexin Spot lock for possession, welcome to the real world Taught
, my face, royal taste, pace myself Ace my health, great with wealth Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for self Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
had on two chains With a tray full of ice in em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the cold world [timbo king] cold world, what? [ndira]
B:] Now my candy, is so fresh so clean I break them boys off when I pull up on the scene In my candy, with ten coats sprayed tight And that Northside royal
woman or child that I call fam That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues Nine o'clock
a tray full of ice in em But that's how it goes down When you livin in the Cold World [Timbo King] Cold World, what? [Ndira] Todo lo que a ti te gustas
need your herbs I'm gettin high every time that you speak your words Well I'm glad that means more for me son I hit the bong so hard they call me green
half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies [Manly Musa of Zu Ninjaz] Yo, my Fam's Royal, hot like rotten
the pens where the thugs make it real hot Heat on your block hot, even your girl hot Heat in New York, Royal Fam got the world hot Heat in the projects
