Cold Heart (feat. Ether)
Don't come around me wit your hand out, I got nothing for you
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
You fuck up when you show love before you see loyalty
When I'm the streets where these spins won't get you royalties
Run and tuck your tale cowardly, you got money and respect but still remain powerless
I'm on the clock getting money hourly
We know everything about the trap except how to get out of it
So we accept our fate, make bond and pray to God they don't pick up the case
bacc hittin liccs ski mask cover my face
Tugging at this this dirty pistol stuck on my waist
Quite frankly we drankin dirty beverages tryna make it out a maze
Gaining strategic leverage to push you out yo place
Blow Kush smoke out my face
Keep them cross hoes out my face
Keep them fuck Niggas out my face
I got nuthin fa ya
Can't squeeze a fake tear out my face cause I never loved'em
Tie my bandanna and throw my set bitch I'm forever thuggin
CEO clutch gang I'ma step on somethin
Don't come around me wit your hand out, I got nothing for you
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
Keep that shit a bucc I ain't gone hold ya
Use to have a heart but now it's cold yea
Stuffed my feelins inna Goyard
Designer luggage with my signature
Better than I can tell ya I'ma show ya
Heart on froze yeah
Used to be my folks but now u act like a hoe yeah
You can't can't even show me all the same love that I showed ya
Gotta cross you out because you left me in the cold cold
Ran the city with the work
For that disrespect fuck a meme I'll put that boy on a shirt
On that psycho shyt shoot at wife n kids hit that boy where it hurt
Act so g but u bad n boujee call him Lil uzi vert
(They left me for dead untill I got some bread)
Remember I was trappin out a quarter, now i get them bags from California
Dont ask for shyt my heart is colder than my ex's shoulder
Didnt fuck with me then keep that same energy
I carry arms like jacket sleeves
Don't come around me wit your hand out, I got nothing for you
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
You fuck up when you show love before you see loyalty
When I'm the streets where these spins won't get you royalties
Run and tuck your tale cowardly, you got money and respect but still remain powerless
I'm on the clock getting money hourly
We know everything about the trap except how to get out of it
So we accept our fate, make bond and pray to God they don't pick up the case
bacc hittin liccs ski mask cover my face
Tugging at this this dirty pistol stuck on my waist
Quite frankly we drankin dirty beverages tryna make it out a maze
Gaining strategic leverage to push you out yo place
Blow Kush smoke out my face
Keep them cross hoes out my face
Keep them fuck Niggas out my face
I got nuthin fa ya
Can't squeeze a fake tear out my face cause I never loved'em
Tie my bandanna and throw my set bitch I'm forever thuggin
CEO clutch gang I'ma step on somethin
Don't come around me wit your hand out, I got nothing for you
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
Keep that shit a bucc I ain't gone hold ya
Use to have a heart but now it's cold yea
Stuffed my feelins inna Goyard
Designer luggage with my signature
Better than I can tell ya I'ma show ya
Heart on froze yeah
Used to be my folks but now u act like a hoe yeah
You can't can't even show me all the same love that I showed ya
Gotta cross you out because you left me in the cold cold
Ran the city with the work
For that disrespect fuck a meme I'll put that boy on a shirt
On that psycho shyt shoot at wife n kids hit that boy where it hurt
Act so g but u bad n boujee call him Lil uzi vert
(They left me for dead untill I got some bread)
Remember I was trappin out a quarter, now i get them bags from California
Dont ask for shyt my heart is colder than my ex's shoulder
Didnt fuck with me then keep that same energy
I carry arms like jacket sleeves
Don't come around me wit your hand out, I got nothing for you
Cuz I ain't trynna friend now, all them days is over
Now I cold heart, I used to have a heart made of gold
Now I gotta cold heart, all of my emotions is on froze
Credits
Writer(s): Corey Thomas
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