Cold Hearted (feat. Diddy)

Yeah La-da-da, la-da-da-da, yeah I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my lil Glock-40 A lil' 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? Prolly why I'm rebellious To a fraud nigga, I lost niggas when I got paper It's like more money I made, they got faker And it's crazy when your bestfriend turn into your top hater Wanna roll out on you and smoke you like top paper Damn, what a feelin' when you and your homie chillin' And you know he got thoughts of probably robbin' and killin' you Momma said, "Don't never ever let em 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 around squares They say there's levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs Different floors for different bosses Different tours on different jets, my nigga soar 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 tryna stick Gasol Tryna pick me off like Champ Bailey but a Randy Moss And I ran it off for the touchdown, what now? Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns My heart getting cold (Getting cold) And the streets getting colder They said I wouldn't make it no way I think my heart getting colder (Colder) My heart getting cold Told 'em I would make it one day (One day) And only Lord knows (Only Lord knows) Uh Dedicated, determinated, and disciplined When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listenin' (Yeah) When I be in the jungle the devil be whisperin' Slugs flyin' by me, I hear 'em, they whistling, that was a close call Stand up nigga so I won't fall My teacher told me that I would never go far Seen him last week, he was my chauffuer, 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 the Ruger Looking at my homie see the ghost of Freddy Krueger 'Cause if he catch you sleeping he's gon' knock out 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 Gettin' high even though it might derail me And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me Do you feel me? Time's changed like the Rollie did Now I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe did Ayo, it gets fucked up when your own family, start calling you up 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, 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 Let's go Uh, yeah And we started off as kids, stomach's touchin' our ribs In them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live I remember Sundays we ain't have nothin' but Liv 30 thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bought bottles, I ain't sip I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit? Let you have them lil' hoes, they was all on my dick And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit 20 chains, eight watches can't fit on my wrist When I speak about them things I never said it's my shit 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 envy as you looked sideways and I remembered it The reason that my heart cold now on some December shit You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit Talkin' 'bout the 25th, matter fact the 26th, maybe it's the 28th Fuck it though my money's straight As long a papi smiling I'ma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot I seen it, I 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 seen it My heart getting cold (Getting cold) And the streets getting colder (Getting colder) They said I wouldn't make it no way I think my heart getting colder (Colder) My heart getting cold Told 'em I would make it one day (One day) And only Lord knows (Only Lord knows)