Cold Hearted

Show him what that come with
Put that pressure on him
I be stomping through the zone
With a weapon on me
Feel the floor vibrating
You can tell they coming
Zone eight a make this bitch shake
Yal better tell him something
I ain't got no equipment
I'm in the field
Masked up glock getting busy
This shit is real
In deep streets getting tricky
I'm buried in
Got use to this shit
They don't even prepare to win
I can't trust a soul
It got me cold hearted
I be out my mind
This my soul talking
I'm one of them guys
Keep that pole often
If i ain't catch a body
I knocked a whole off him

For that paper
I'm taking penitentiary chances
Bitch cooking in the kitchen
Never been in the cabinet
If my kid ask how I'm living
Imma give him the answers
Yo bitch want me in it
But she ain't hitting my standards
That shit then turned him out
Na he out here grave digging
Hell yea he get angry
With all that pain in em
Tried to show the love
But the game a change a Nigga
When it rained and we dried up
Yal wasn't hanging with us
I'll walk light
And get a bitch nigga stepped on
Gave gymshoe that shit b4 he died Wish I kept some
Out of all my exes I ain't gon lie
You the best one
I been humble for a minute
Don't say nothing
When the flex come
I ain't saying the nigga soft
But these bullets
Going through his ass
I just get offended when scammers
Talk bout moving a bag
Risked his life all day for it
In the dice game losing the cash
A lot of niggas doing life cause
He was out here proving he mad
This ain't competition
Yal ain't in my caliber
Been broke her heart
But that last straw shattered her
Got my eyes open
Case these fuck niggas blind side me
I got addicted to counting money
My thumbs throbbing



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Writer(s): Darnell White
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