Heart Cold
Point 9
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I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold 223 gotta slide with that pole Play with my bro den we taking yo soul Thas on my momma fr you play With that gang u get killed I’m in them trenches might die inna field Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways Hada step back start a brand new wave Now they keep callin my phone An I been told these b**** just leave me alone I been up for some days trynna catch me a Play An dawg in da kennel hope he beat da case Why these n***** competing I ain’t tryna race I ain’t worried bout you don’t worrie bout me Big backwoodz now I rollin out da p Now they wanna kickit with me whole lotta racks an these hundreds on me Ain’t do dis s*** fo da fame Looked out for some ppl that ain’t do the same But we ain’t gone speak about that I hada motivate me I really came from them Streets An them people that doubted me now they relapsed Like how did this young n**** get all them racks Yeah An my dawgs dey some drillers scoot up at ya trap Ain’t ducking no beef so just drop yo location My time is money soo I can not waste it I been threw alot I’m worth more den a mill Soo many times that It coulda been me I guess I’m still here for a reason Be praying to god but he don’t hear me grieveing Remember down bad I was going threw a faze Took a walk with da devil he asked for my soul Ain’t tryna go gold I’m just tryna go plat Real diamonds my grill I ain’t neva had shit How yung n**** get soo hoodrich Blew up on saycheese an got me a blue check What they gone say if my foot on they neck They tryna see what I’m doing next We gone run up that money and never look back Make up for dem times I ain’t have it like that Pull up in rolls I made dis shit happened They ain’t know me till I started rapping U see me inna club don’t ask for no pic Kuz these b****** be groupie an really ain’t s*** Bust down anything for a blue check I seen some shit inna streets fr Da life dat I live get you killed N***** be crossing and killin they homies this s*** can get gutta fr We gone runnnnup the money and never look back make up for dem times I ain’t have it like Yeah I feel like a demon yea my heart is cold 223 gotta slide with that pole Play w my bro den we taking yo soul Das on my momma fr you play with dat gang u get killed I’m in them trenches might die inna field Was thuggin fr hada switch up my ways Hada step back start a brand new wave We gone run up the money and never look back make up for days we ain’t have it like that yea
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