[Verse 1: Big Vic]
Oh yes I'm big, the B the I so I mack two Gs
Then comes the fuckin' Vic the V-I and a couple of C's
Listening to the anger in my head sayin' I gotta stay drunk
While I'm waiting for this punk with this chrome pump
Lookin' a lavish n***a as he sittin' on them gold thangs
Grippin' on his MAC looped up by a shoe string
Around the piece, while I let him live a little longer
Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slower
Hell's freezing over, clique so hard we yelling Cold World Hustler
I can't contain, what I can't control
So I'm stumbling through the nineties and forever on the roll
Cause the neighborhood watch is watching cause I'm bustin'
Then the n***as in the Sucka Free'll have you slugging
It's a anything for money thang, a shortage in the dope game
The .32's are poppin' fuck the fame, n***a
I'm over the fence and up the stairs never reminiscing
Took my ski-mask off and slapped a new clip in
Time to fire up a joint cause it's hectic
Sirens fill the street cause n***a I'm a suspect
Young ass n***a banging barely copping [?]
If money wasn't a issue man I wouldn't pop that Rolex
A cold day, a cold week, a cold year, well
The thoughts of a past on this highway to Hell

[Verse 2: Rell]
Now as I decide to creep up from behind already Glock is cocked
Now watch the body drop, my finger went back and forth
Repeatedly, rapidly n***as wanna jump bad with me
N***a fuck that shit that's why I copped me a Glock and went
Pop pop pop, I love the sound it goes click-clack
Pop pop pop, I watch is head go split-splat
Pop pop pop, I'm watchin' suckas go skit-skat
Pop pop pop, that was the jack for the crack sack
It's a shame for what a young n***a go through
Smoking on that dank hoping a young n***a pull through
I'm hoping that the five-o don't wanna roll through
They fucking up my money while I'm tryna pay my dues
Man fuck, what did I do to deserve this, yo I don't know
Born October 29th, a motherfucking Scorpio
Me no have no morals, me no have no cares
And me don't give a fuck if me be living or me be dead
So me creep through me motherfucking streets
The only reason you no see me cause me creeping frequently
So then I cock back my Glock I'm clever n***as be gettin' took forever
Anything for money still, the way I'm livin' n***a
Can't ignore ignorance, helplessness or selfishness
Shittiness or emptiness or incompetence from a n***a
Hell will be a cold place, when they see my face
I'm gonna sell my cold rocks, up and down the hot blocks
Wait 'til they get a load of me, down in H-E-L-L
For n***as that don't know for once I'm sick ass R-E-L-L
It'll be a cold day in Hell before the Rell
Won't accept any shit from a bitch or the next n***a
[Verse 3: Taydatay]
Well you can step into the mind of a psychotic psycho
Gangbanging, creeping with my three fucking eight-o
A baldhead I keeps my sag on you better watch your back
I'm quick to get my blast on I creep up from the cuts
Commit a 2-11 then I fuck around and leave up from the scene with a, 1-8-7
He never had a chance it was dark
I let the nine spark as he stepped from his 'Lark
So call me Taydataker quick to pull a fuckin' caper
Making money all the time, label me the fucking mail maker
All about my grip, I'm stuck to the grind
I fuck hoes in daylight then sell dope at nighttime
'Cause nighttime is my time and your time is short though
You can't tell me shit when I'm off that there indo
Creeping through the cuts just like a n***a said before
I'm spraying up the party as I blast through the door
So run up or step up I'm down for the plot
I can't take no bitches, ho truster I'm not
No bitch before the crew that's what we say up in our clique
Cold day in fuckin' Hell for this 4-1-5 shit

[Hook]
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n***a
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n***a
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real, n***a
Cold day in Hell, these are, cold days for real
[Verse 4: E-Sick]
One, two, three, four, five, fuck it enough n***as to fill the bucket
Mashing down Third straight choking on blunts
40's hanging out the window best believe they got a pistol
Cold world hustling n***as just couldn't give a fuck, bitch
Dodging through the cut tryna stay on the under scene
Never trust a bitch so myself was the only team
Started packing pistol 'cause of cream that n***a took my life
Imagine even that, that's some shit I can't fight
Ain't nobody help me the corner's getting hot as fuck
I stopped shootin' dice in nine trey, there was no luck
Drinking more and more smoking dank getting fucked up
N***as still dying, but still I can't give a fuck
Always stressed, deep depressed, my dick is in the dirt
Head is aching, knees shaking, I gotta put in work
Sleepless late nights popping pills so I won't go to sleep
That's the life I'm living right now in these cold streets

[Verse 5: Maine-O]
It's enough to make a n***a wanna take his pistol grip
And buck, buck, buck him with that motherfucking heat shit
Play me not, you tryna plex over them cheeks
But little did you know that I been killing shit for peace
Marks, punks, and bitches, keep me personally protected
No funk intended, I just intend to be respected
I been constantly jacked, bossed, and tossed in the cell
Got the kinda story to tell about a cold day in Hell
Hammers rammed in the dirt, 'cause we be slamming on tape
Paid dues and been accused for everything from murder to rape
Yeah it's ya' mane Maine I'm posse-in' up with assassins
I'm bucking down these corners tearing n***as in halves
And n***as try to plot plex, and play me
But I be popping cops and busta n***as on the daily
I got my shady-shady n***as like an oak tree
And now my guage be first to be sure you don't smoke me
Laws can't draw slow, I'm packin' my four-four
My ho's name is nina but I think I need a little more
I pick 'bout four gats, that's having whole clicks booking
And n***as getting filthy cause my hookers bout they hookin'
Having no remorse, as I'm watching n***as scatter
And of course I got the force of my ratter-tat tatter
[?] they ass, with some hollow point spray
My dope spot's hot, but in Hell it's a cold day