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点击复制Cold Hearted III (Explicit) - 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