Heart So Cold – 21 Savage feat Freaky
[21 Savage:]
So cold
My heart so cold
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I’m on the paper chase man, f_ck these hoes
I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle ’cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
My heart so cold, I’m sticking to the code
Fake n_ggas bend, real n_ggas don’t fold
I’m tricking J’s daily, selling sheetrock for blow
In my younger days n_gga I was robbing stores
Still got it for the low
Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope
When you at the bottom seem like you ain’t got hope
And when you got kids n_gga anything will go
Green dots at funerals, they got my head f_cked up
Can’t digest these percocets, they got my chest f_cked up
P_ssy n_ggas shot me six times, my luck f_cked up
Hundred band lick p_ssy n_gga, now I’m f_cked up
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I’m on the paper chase man, f_ck these hoes
I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle ’cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
[Freaky:]
Fast paper had me dropping out of school
Violating laws, breaking all the rules
Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools
Hanging ’round hustlers, robbers, and fools
Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle
Praying for an angel, protection from danger
Cause I done seen plenty n_ggas died that had a banger
And I done seen them n_ggas’ partner ride out of anger
And never came back, about them greenbacks
Now have you seen that? These are obscene facts
And just because we paid, the stress don’t decay
Still thinking ’bout them losses, winning never made ’em fade
With Gs being dead and [?] on my mental
It hurt so bad that I can’t do the sh_t I didn’t do
To keep my n_ggas here with me, I swear that sh_t be killing me
I hope you n_ggas feelin’ me ’cause I know that you hearing me
And just because we smile and play
That don’t mean that everything is going ok, no
Man just because we smile and play
That don’t mean that everything is going ok
[21 Savage:]
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I’m on the paper chase man, f_ck these hoes
I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle ’cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
And man this money ain’t sh_t, these cars ain’t sh_t
These clothes ain’t sh_t, you know these hoes ain’t sh_t
