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Cold Hearted
Yeah, yeah
I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40
A little shorty, heart colder than December in the
morning
And I think it was December when they swarmed
me
Niggas is jealous, fuck can they tell us
With them dreams they try to sell us? Probably
why I'm rebellious
To the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got
paper
It's like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into
your top hater
Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feeling when you and your homie
chilling and
You know he got thoughts of probably robbing
and killing you
Momma said don't ever, ever let them belittle you
And stay away from them haters cause they'll
riddle you
Last year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small circle, I ain't never really 'round squares
They say there's levels to this shit, you niggas
downstairs
Different floors for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my niggas saw
Different city with different bitches and different
whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly, this
your car?
Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at
your charm
And to think my niggas started off with cooking
raw
When it was hard the coach told me to get the
ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and
fall
And that was and-one, they thinking how we get
this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we
took a loss
They couldn't D me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking
soft
Tried to pick me off like Champ Bailey but I'm
Randy Moss
And I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns
My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting
cold
Told them I would make it one day
Only Lord knows
Dedicated, de-terminated and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling,
that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my chauffeur
I was like 'told y'all'
Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and
copped a Ruger
Looking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy
Krueger
Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going 'I got
your medulla oblongata'
I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he gon' probably end up with a
chopper
In a field out in Philly do you feel me?
Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me,
do you feel me?
Times change like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe
did
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Ayo
It gets fucked up when your own family start
calling you out
Shit, money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you 'you acting different
nigga'
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your
sister, your mother, your father
That shit hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you
ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up
motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with
them
This money thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch what you ask for
You sure you want this son?
You sure you want this money?
You sure you want this fame?
You sure you want this power?
Shit have your own mama talking to you like you
ain't shit
Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money
motherfuckers
Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at them
Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody
eats lets go
Uh, yeah
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching
our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have
nowhere to live
I remember Sundays we ain't have nothing but
Liv
Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have
nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't
shit?
Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my
dick
And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't
hit
Twenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my
wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's
my shit
I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready
we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Metta Peace and Gasol, nigga
But i know just what I saw nigga
It was envious, you looked sideways and I
remembered it
The reason that my heart's cold now on some
December shit
You used to give thanks for giving on some
November shit
Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the
twenty-sixth
Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my
money's straight
As long as Poppi smiling
Imma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I've seen it, I've seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was
deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't want to believe it
You said you would ride but shit I know you ain't
mean it
But yeah nigga I've seen it
My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I wouldn't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder, my heart getting
cold
Told them I would make it one day
Young lord knows
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