ฟังเพลงCold Hearted (feat. Diddy) (Explicit)

Cold Hearted (Explicit) - Meek Mill/Diddy

Yeah la la la la la la la yeah

I never had a role model

I was loading gold hollows in my little glock-40

A little shorty heart colder than december in the morning

And I think it was december when they swarmin'

Niggas is jealous

F**k can they tell us

With them dreams they try sell us

Probably why I'm rebellious

To the fraud niggas I lost niggas when I got paper

It's like more money I made they got faker

And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater

Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper

Damn what a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and

You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you

Momma said don't ever ever let them belittle you

And stay away from them haters because they'll riddle you

Last year was like a bad year

Even though I touched more paper than a cashier

Small circle I ain't never really 'round squares

They say there's levels to this sh*t you niggas downstairs

Different floors for different bosses

Different tours on different jets my niggas saw

Different city with different b**ches and different whores

Sometimes I look in the mirror meek milly this your car

Look at your arm check out your neck look at your charm

And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw

When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball

I step back for the three watch it go swish and fall

And that was a and 1 they thinking how we get this far

We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss

They couldn't d me like earl boykins

I'm sticking soft tried to pick me off like

Champ bailey but I'm randy moss

And I ran it all for the touchdown what now

Gold ap all bust down f**k clowns

My heart getting cold then the streets getting colder

They said I would't make it no way

I think my heart getting colder my heart getting cold

Told them I would make it one day

Only lord knows

Dedicated de-terminated and disciplined

When diddy hova and baby talking I'm listening

When I be in the jungle the devil be whispering

Slugs flying by me I hear them they whistling that was a close call

Stand up ni**a so I won't fall

My teacher told me I would never go far

Seen him last week he was my chauffeur I was like told y'all

Mommy was a booster daddy was a shooter

So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a ruger

Looking at my homies see the ghost of freddy krueger

Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your medulla

Oblongata

I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of

If I don't get he gon' probably end up with a chopper

In a field out in philly do you feel me

Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me

Getting high even though it might derail me

And I won't ever let these b**ches see the real me do you feel me

Times change like the rollie did

Now I'm killing these niggas the way that kobe did

Ayo it gets f**ked up when your own family start calling you out

Sh*t money's the root of all evil

Family start telling you you acting different ni**a

You're goddamn right I'm acting different

With all this motherf**king money

But then when it comes from your brother

Your sister your mother your father

That sh*t hurts you to the core man

When they start acting like something that you ain't

Never motherf**king seen you done grew up motherf**ker

They gave birth to you know what I'm saying

You got raised you done played in the park with them

This money thing this sh*t will f**k you up man

You got to watch what you ask for

You sure you want this son

You sure you want this money

You sure you want this fame

You sure you want this power

Sh*t have your own mama talking to you like you ain't sh*t

Yeah everybody want it everybody need it money motherf**kers

Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at them sh*t

But sh*t even even bosses got feelings you know

Dear mama dear papa family we're all we got

Don't let this money bring us down sh*t everybody eats b

Everybody eats everybody eats let's go

Uh yeah and we started off as kids stomach's touching our ribs

And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live

I remember sundays we ain't have nothing but liv

Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give

I ain't trip I ain't trip I pour bottles

I ain't sip I let niggas shine bright

You still act like I ain't sh*t

Let you have them little hoes they was all on my dick

And you main wanted to f**k me ni**a I ain't hit

Twenty chains eight watches can't fit on my wrist

When I speak about them things I never said it's my sh*t

I said it's ours ni**a and when you're ready we're gonna ball ni**a

Like kobe bryant metta peace and gasol ni**a

But I know just what I saw ni**a

It was envious you looked sideways and I remembered it

The reason that my heart's cold now on some

December sh*t you used to give thanks for giving on some

November sh*t talking about the twenty-fifth

Matter of fact the twenty-sixth maybe it's the twenty-eighth

F**k it though my money's straight

And as long poppi smiling

Imma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot I've seen it

I've seen it jealousy in your eyes

I swear that look was deceiving

And I was surprised man I ain't want to believe it

You said you would ride but sh*t I know you ain't mean I

T but yeah ni**a I've seen it

My heart getting cold

Then the streets getting colder

They said I would't make it no way

I think my heart getting colder my heart getting cold

Told them I would make it one day young lord knows