You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me babe
Are you happy now
You're the only one who can up and run
Leave me just as empty as the day you came
You hold all the cards
All the broken hearts
Strung over your shoulder
Til it's all in vein
And only you know the strength of your teeth
Wash in the weight of your pockets so deep
And lonely
You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me babe
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
In the palm of your hands
You can make me dance
Spin me round in circles
Til I'm wrapped in string
You keep on talking sweet
Til your fingers bleed
But don't you dare ask me how I've been
Now only you know the strength of your teeth
Wash in the weight of your pockets so deep
And lonely
You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me babe
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
You're a world away
Somewhere in the crowd
In a foreign place
Are you happy now
There's nothing left to say
So I shut my mouth
So won't you tell me babe
Are you happy now

Yeah, you know?
Tana Talk 4, this shit mean a lot to me
Know what I mean?
You know this shit don't feel as good as it look (big Griselda)
I'ma keep it real with you (Black Soprano Family)
I'm straight though (I'm good)
This street shit made me what I am today
Niggas know I went so hard for this shit
I deserve this shit, nigga (ah)
Butcher comin' nigga
This ain't my story 'bout rags to riches
More 'bout how I mastered physics (uh-huh)
In the game, I used to train like Rocky, catchin' chickens (yeah)
I was nice but they was right when they told me that rap a business
I had ten bands in my stash when I passed over half a million
Come easily? No good
Don't be surprised I outlast these niggas
It's like they put out a smash then they gone in a flash, admit it
And then they made tracks
And diss us like that's gon' add up the digits (fuck you doin'?)
They showin' fake racks in pictures like that's gon' attract the bitches
That was really me, nigga
I ain't have to act in Conflicted (nah)
Only difference is I'm livin'
And I would've whacked one of 'em niggas
Who knew that after drug dealin' I'd still be casual spending mil' plus?
Annual income, so here's my manual and some
And this Eastside shit still in me
My ability to turn words to imagery
Prolly the reason they gon' remember me (let's talk)
Figure we walk this tightrope with a feline's agility
The streets did so much shit to me, I can never live civilly
I can never leave the scene without checkin' my mirrors visually (mm-hmm)
Come with that energy 'cause some shit gon' always stick with me
They wanna know what I brought to Griselda, I say, "Validity"
They askin' what work y'all niggas put in, I'm like, "What didn't we?"
Problems that I correct through the obstacles I progress
Illogical for them to feel they responsible for our success
Besides Con' and West, tell me who else I gotta respect? (Who else?)
'Cause I'm kinda perplexed, it's 'bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Ah, let's go
'Bout time that I got my respect
It's the Butcher, nigga
Yeah, Cole fuckin' World
Griselda shit, you know what I mean? (Griselda, Griselda)
You know what it is, nigga
When I show up
I'm on ten nigga, not nine
On the night I was born, the rain was pourin', God was cryin'
Lightnin' struck, power outage, sparks was flyin'
The real one's here, the young boy that walk with lions
Around the outlines of chalk where the corpses lyin'
Of course I'm tryin' to revive a sport that's dyin'
But the guns and the drug bars that y'all relyin'
Got these nerds thinkin' that you niggas hard as I am
But that just mean I ain't as comfortable as y'all with lyin'
Stretchin' the truth, no, I never stress in the booth
They feel the pressure, me? I feel like I just left the masseuse
Effortless, how I'm skatin' on these records was proof
I put your favorite rapper neck in a noose, never lettin' them loose
Cole World, the heat'll blast through your speaker
He the last of Mohicans, no weaklings last in my sneakers
Nigga want me on a song, he gon' see the wrath of the reaper
I'm prolly gon' go to Hell if Jesus ask for a feature
I'm higher than niggas and don't need a bag full of reefer
Some see the glass as empty, I see a glass full of ether
Collectin' his bread in mass like he a Catholic preacher
Just to count a nigga cash, you might need a calculus teacher
Eureka, Einstein on the brink of the theory of relativity
Really no MC equal, feel me?
Cole pen be lethal, crib like an old MTV show, uh
On God, the best rapper alive
Headshot, now go and ask the best rappers that died
They tell you he never lied, nigga
Yeah, Tana Talk

Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (yeah, yeah)
Ay, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse on 'em with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this
Parmesan where my accountant lives in fact, I'm downin' this
D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy yo' waist the world with my paystub
I know that it's good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk
Eat up your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know
Tell 'em, be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Who that, uh, thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the, uh, off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the, uh, off my (ay), that ain't right (hol' up)
I make a play blowin' up your whole life
I'm so-so sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural, I wanna feel some stretch marks
Still I take you down right on your mama couch in Polo sock
Ay, this is way too crazy, ay, you do not amaze me, ay
I blew cool from AC, ay, Obama just paged me, ay
I don't fabricate it, ay, most of y'all be fakin', ay
I stay modest 'bout it, ay, she elaborate it, ay
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ay
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ay
If I kill a, um, it won't be the alcohol, ay
I'm the realest, um, after all
Tell 'em, be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), tell 'em sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, sit down, lil', sit down, lil')
Be humble (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil')
Be humble (hol' up), sit down (hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)