Meek Mill - Cold Hearted III lyrics

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Meek Mill - Cold Hearted III lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yeah [Verse] I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died Fifty mill' on 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 sh*t got justified, every time we touch them pies War with us, we test them guys Street sweeper gon' dust them guys Gotta watch 'em close Some ni**as snakes, don't trust them guys My ni**as said they cool, I'm like, "No, fu*k that side" It's only the mob, rep that sh*t like it's God You sign up for this sh*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, sh*t like a jalapeño And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to ni**as fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em I peep they been on some sh*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 sh*t Millions off of rappin', I done found some sh*t Deep off in the water, tryna drown some sh*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 sh*t on volume two Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through And they could've coupled my ni**as, but they was dyin' too I keep my Glock, one in the head Got me layin' with this sh*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 sh*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 ni**as couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides You let them ni**as talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides Yeah, mm Jealousy, envy, self hate