Upper Room

Ayy, it's a cold world, diamonds on me, yeah, ayy

Send a **** to the upper room, fuck a diss song

I can't argue with no ****, that's what mami's lips for

All the ice on my wrist, ****, like my wrist broken

All these diamonds in my mouth talkin', make my lips cold

Lil Yeezy, the sun, I came from nothin', give 'em hope

Four Cuban links, three diamonds, no ropes

Two hundred and fifty thousand on my throat

Add my wrist and my mouth, ****, that's a soft four

Fifty-five hundred for this Louis V coat, shit

Fifty-five hundred, that'll get a **** gone

Goofy in my line, talkin' murder on my phone

Sorry, wrong number (who's this?) fuck wrong

It's gon' be a cold summer when the team come home, ayy

I cannot believe Lil' H and Cheat gone

Take a face shot, rearrange his cheekbone

Had to cut **** off, it's just me and Leto

Every Glock got a switch, ****, cut the Gleec on

Every whip paid for, I don't do the repo

My ****, I been fly since jubos and pea coats

And I doubt that you survive if you ever reach for

Send a **** to the upper room, fuck a diss song

I can't argue with no ****, that's what mami's lips for

All the ice on my wrist, ****, like my wrist broken

All these diamonds in my mouth talkin', make my lips cold

I just told Touchin', "Boy, boy, my ****, post some more"

Let me call my driver, I can't beat down the road

Catch a **** on the freeway and beat down his load

Stick to the G code, I can't bend, I can't fold

I'm outside every day, ****, tell me how I'm hidin'

Seen my lil brothers up a check and got excited

Family or not, you not with this, you not invited

Guess I'm finna show the world how fake shit get divided

I keep askin' God how the real **** keep dyin'

I thought you was thuggin' with me, bitch, you was lyin'

Drop my nuts in any situation, don't deny it

Better get low when them shots start flyin'

It's a cold world, I should question if you ridin' for me

It's a cold world, it get colder with these diamonds on me

Ayy, we gon' keep winnin', though they talk

Send a **** to the upper room, fuck a diss song

I can't argue with no ****, that's what mami's lips for

All the ice on my wrist, ****, like my wrist broken

All these diamonds in my mouth talkin', make my lips cold

Send a **** to the upper room, fuck a diss song

I can't argue with no ****, that's what mami's lips for

All the ice on my wrist, ****, like my wrist broken

All these diamonds in my mouth talkin', make my lips cold

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh