Heart Cold Pt. 1

Started off wit water guns,now it's heavy metal
Been sippin juice box, now it's blood from the devil
We just trynna live better, hustle stack this chedda
Same time, gotta move smart movin wit barrettas

We ain't have no guidance, use to seeing violence
Growing up as youngins played what we seen
Busting shots back like it's the real thing
Now we older ain't no game, yellow tape the scene

Sippin lean, smokin hella weed keep a G at ease
Got a short temper act a way then there ain't no peace
Play no game wit these pussy niggas we gon make en bleed don't fuck wit me
Make ya family cry and say r.i.p
No judging me, made my own way had to get this cream remember
I was down last summer pockets was on E
Couldn't get no fuckin Chinese, ain't no chicken wings
I ain't have shit, man I felt like robbin everything
Now we litty, movin through the city
All on Broadway, I come from the city, do you dirty like you hardaway
Sending head shots but we ain't no where near the Barclays
Work stuffed in the Lincoln cab I gotta push these p's away
I ain't coming home bae I gotta get this money straight
I ain't going broke again, realest promise I ever made
Young nigga got some money and I went a bought a Jeep
But the way that I be crusin like I'm in a Mercedes
I been movin through the streets, they done let me off the leash
And my momma she worried but at night she pray for me
She said she be havin nightmares bout somebody killin me
I know God got me, same time he be testing me
(Yea, yea)
Same time he be testing me, my eyes open I ain't rollin wit my weston b
And I got that safety off ain't no intercepting me
Trynna get to the millions so I'm stackin all my G's
Gotta hustle everyday I got a fam I'm trynna feed
And these niggas talkin beef end up like some swiss cheese
After that book a flight get a bad bitch from Belize (Yea, yea) get a bad bitch from Belize
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)



Credits
Writer(s): Dwight Henville
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