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Meek Mill

Cold Hearted II

 

Cold Hearted II

(album: Championships - 2018)


Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?
Woah, don't you, baby, hey
It won't matter, baby
Don't you know?
Don't you know?

Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was looking at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grinding all them nights when you was going to bed
And if you think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you coming home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that something wrong
Bodies dropping in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep something on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't right, but he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we staying down
For the love of them millions, ain't laying down
Left you in the hood, what you saying now?
And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister said they getting over, it's like you letting them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checking in, checking out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I'm stepping out
Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain't lend it out
I ain't even know you was upset, that's what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time you returned me for a favor
So I pray these niggas real close, talking closer than my neighbors
'Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors

Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Scream, "Ride or die," I thought you would ride with me
Found out you was jealous, you wouldn't even grind with me
And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550

See, I look at it like this
What I'm supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rapping my lights out?
Going city to city, can't take my son to school when I want to, can't see my mama, my family when I want to
They give a nigga my money, then act like he hanging with me
I ain't never been sweet
Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that bitch by myself
I ain't never even think about a nigga calling my baby mama to pick my son up to take him to the movies
Go play basketball while I'm doing this time in the cell
Acting like I owe you something
See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends turn their back on me about that attention needle
Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit
I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feeding, I heard 'em whispering, "Meek Mill finished"
I was like, "And damn, I was feeding you, bro"
All I did was keep grinding
Through the storm, nigga, I'm like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night on a daily basis, nigga
For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused
I got real friends and family that'll never turn their back on me for the love of the money
I got a homie that's doing life he can't offer me no money, he can't offer me nothing but a friendship and a relationship
I talk to him seven days a week
So don't come to me talking 'bout no money shit, nigga
So if you feel some type of way about my money, we going to the furthest extent
To protect that plate that goes in front of my son on the table, nigga
One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness
While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line
One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money
Ride or die, no matter what
Dreamchasers for life, you dig?
Uh, I told niggas stop asking me where niggas at
If you don't see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away
I got my niggas I distanced myself from, we love each other, it's all love but everybody can't make it
Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? Where they do that at?

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