World is Empty

Yeah Like I said, man Y'all niggas need to be, goddamn, smokin' somethin', man You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah It's Cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won Niggas who be rapping how real they are Usually turn out to be the fakest ones Carolina where I made it from Cole world, no blanket, son Girls fast how Jamaicans run Puffing on the city where the Lakers from La, L-A, la-la, so high, everything is a ha-ha for me Dreaming of the days of a drop 500 And a bad bitch that'll go to Popeyes for me You can never tell me that I'm not hungry If you ever felt what's inside my tummy My mind wondering now, is my time running out? Is the Lord up top with a stopwatch for me? Hope not (My world is empty without you, babe) hope not, hope not, hope not Yeah (My world is empty without you) just tryna make it, my nigga Yeah, yeah A wise nigga told me don't chase that cash Follow your heart, you'll make that fast Does a stripper love to shake that ass Or does she wish to erase that past? Got a nigga in her face, just gassed Like, "Baby girl, why you take this path?" Stack in his hand, tryna make that last All she thinking 'bout is how to take his last Rub titties in his face and laugh Gotta try not to look fake, in fact A little more money, like a few more twenties When you let that nigga grab your naked ass Okay, he's gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear "This ain't the life for you, baby" "Let me take you out of here 'cause" (My world is empty without you, babe) yeah She like, "Nigga, yeah right" (My world is empty without you) "You know how much motherfucking money I'm making?" Yeah, my niggas sit back, blowin' the L Only getting high 'cause we closer to hell Niggas tryna live like Hova, but well We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail Hustle hard in the snow, in the hail Hit the block like a postman with mail My brother got knocked, now they hold him in cells My mom broke, but she posted the bail Someway, somehow Nigga feeling like the sun down even when the sun up Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked But this how niggas was brung up A mother just tryna raise her son up 'Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck And the governor couldn't give one f*ck While she singing (My world is empty without you, babe) damn Told you niggas, Cole world, no blanket (My world is empty without you) tough luck, yeah