21 Savage - Slaughter Tape

Heart So Cold

So cold
My heart so cold
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
My heart so cold, I'm sticking to the code
Fake niggas bend, real niggas don't fold
I'm tricking J's daily, selling sheetrock for blow
In my younger days nigga I was robbing stores

Still got it for the low
Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope
When you at the bottom seem like you ain't got hope
And when you got kids nigga anything will go

Green dots at funerals, they got my head fucked up
Can't die, just these percocets, they got my chest fucked up
Pussy niggas shot me six times, my luck fucked up
Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I'm stone cold
My heart so cold, I can never fold

I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
Fast paper had me dropping out of school
Violating laws, breaking all the rules
Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools
Hanging 'round hustlers, robbers, and fools

Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle
Praying for an angel, protection from danger
Cause I done seen plenty niggas died that had a banger
And I done seen them niggas' partner ride out of anger

And never came back, about them greenbacks
Now have you seen that?
These are obscene facts
And just because we paid, the stress don't decay
Still thinking 'bout them losses, winning never made 'em fade
With Gs being dead and boo jamned on my mental

It hurt so bad that I can't do the shit I didn't do
To keep my niggas here with me, I swear that shit be killing me
I hope you niggas feelin' me 'cause I know that you hearing me
And just because we smile and play
That don't mean that everything is going ok, no
Man just because we smile and play
That don't mean that everything is going ok

My heart so cold, I can never fold
I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke

And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain't shit

Credits
Writer(s): Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Mercy, Freaky D$mg
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