Cold Hearted III - Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Austin Schindler/Bkorn/Hunter Powell

Uh yeah

I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died

Fifty mill' in my account had to strategize

And when I got it out the mud I wasn't satisfied

And Lord knows that I was sinnin' but I got gratified

So that s**t got justified every time

We touch them pies

War with us we test them guys

Street sweep we gon' dust them guys

Gotta watch 'em close

Some n***as snakes don't trust them guys

My n***as said they cool I'm like no f**k that side

It's only the mob rep that s**t like it's God

You sign up for this s**t if you switch you gon' die

If you switch you gon' die

'Cause I remember all them nights

In my cell I had a mill' to my name

Bills a hundred grand a month you

Ain't hear me complain

I'm a G I take my scars and

I wear 'em in pain

You a flea I cut you off if you chase the fame

You let this money come between us

I ain't barely seen ya

And when you come around I spin you

Like a ballerina

Start fallin' back 'cause

It got hot s**t like a jalapeño

And I been clutchin' on my

Glock even though that I don't mean to

N***as fake I don't trust 'em

I wan' dust 'em

I peep they been on some s**t

I think it's time to flush 'em

Slide back to back G-Wagons movin' like the Russians

I'm the only thing that's poppin'

Of course they gon' discuss 'em woah

I never thought it would come down to this

Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and s**t

Millions off of rappin' I done found some s**t

Deep off in the water tryna drown some s**t

I don't know where I'm goin' I just know I'ma win

And if I pray on my opps Lord know I'ma sin

Lord know I'ma sin yeah

And if I go to the hood they gon'

Force me to kill

And if nobody gon' slide

I'ma load up and drill that's no bap

It's no bap mmm

I know what I gotta do

Hov told me 'bout this type

Of s**t on volume two

Yeah it was a hard knock life

But we was mobbin' through

And they could've cuff my n***as

But they was dyin' too

I keep my Glock one in the head

Got me layin' with this s**t with my son in the bed

And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead

It's crazy this the type of s**t that go to my head

I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires

But every time that I pop out a bunch of killers there

Yeah it's just money ain't no feelings here

You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair yeah ooh

So many lost lives 'cause n***as

Couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides

You let them n***as talk to you 'bout me

And you crossed sides

And when they swing them choppers

I just hope you ain't offsides

Yeah mmm

Jealousy envy self hate