Chorus
Living in a world so cold
Keep a nigga on ten toes
Where I’m heading, only Lord knows
Said, “I’m dropping my top down on cruise control”
Verse 1
Uh, 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
Been feeling hungry and they just ain’t feeding my soul
I had to let go a lotta people that I really thought were there for me
Were just in my way
Holding 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 getting 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
Living in a world so cold (So cold)
Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes)
Where I’m heading, only Lord knows
Said, “I’m dropping my top down on cruise control”
Living in a world so cold (So cold)
Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes)
Where I’m heading, only Lord knows
Said, “I’m dropping my top down on cruise control”
Post-Chorus
Dropping my top down on cruise control
Dropping my top down on cruise control
Verse 2
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 settling
I’m full steam ahead of them, 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 tucked inside the letterman by Pro Era
I swear this shit couldn’t be more clearer
It’s like I’m looking 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, looking 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
Living in a world so cold (So cold)
Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes)
Where I’m heading, only Lord knows
Said, “I’m dropping my top down on cruise control”
Living in a world so cold (So cold)
Keep a nigga on ten toes (Ten toes)
Where I’m heading, only Lord knows
Said, “I’m dropping my top down on cruise control”
Post-Chorus
Dropping my top down on cruise control (‘trol, ‘trol, ‘trol, ‘trol)
Dropping my top down on cruise control (‘trol, ‘trol, ‘trol, ‘trol)
Outro
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$$
Wise man, this man has age on him, like he’s been here before
Yet he’s a young king, ya heard?
Everybody in the back, quiet down, get ready for some real shit
I introduce to you a great one, you know him as Joey Bada$$
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