Cold World - Intellectual

[Verse 1: AB]

It's Vigilante Season, it's big cars nigga

Swerving through the traffic

Me and Max stars nigga, get fly

What nigga made a quarter mill?

And that's all in a drought, baby fuck a record deal

The only Brooklyn nigga that come through Harlem

Disrespect the pros nigga, then you want a problem

Never mind feeding 'em, leave them bitches starving

Just gimme brain ma, leave the pussy throbbing

See I'm a pimp like Gold and Mack

Hop up in this Coupe ma, ain't no holding back

Gain Greene, Don Pro, this is street life

Blacking-out in this bitch with Dame Grease right

You know us Brooklyn niggas chill

Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill

It's AB slash pimp

Don Pro shit

'09 the takeover this is my year

[Chorus: Max B]

Ya know, Ya know, Ya oh, oh

That it's a cold world

Mami see she a call girl

Show her lil' body just to get a buck

Any nigga she could fuck

Daddy I got a wave (Got that wave)

From Harlem to the Stuy

Gain Greene, Don Pro, AB

Biggavelli just let 'em be

He don't want no more 'cause he saucy

All the game he showed me

Baby don't leave me lonely

[Verse 2: Max B]

She told me "Baby never leave, me and Jimmy need you"

Nice, now it's time to buy ya some ice

Different set of shit

That make you feel like you the black Nefertiti you are

I love how he switch up his bars

Get him in the mood, get some Grand Cru

Sorry need that nigga

Tell him this how great he is

Think that baby maybe his

Think that baby maybe not (Not)

Look at how the game don' made me pop

Watching my boy, it made me stop

Had to think of him, cause I know it's me thugging

Remy sigh, saying Max

"Straighten up or you gonna go back"

Had to say a prayer for my folks

Jesus give me the strength to spare they life

Mami you tryna get you right

Take you overseas where the water's green

Boatloads of quarter-keys

This is wavy, all of this means

That these niggas right back at the checker point

I'm with the joint, then the upper-decker, I point