Cold Hearted (part 2) Lyrics - Meek Mill

Meek Mill] 

Yeah, la-da-da, la-da-da-da, 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 swarmed me 

Niggas is jealous, fuck can they tell us 

With them dreams they try to sell us? Probably why I'm rebellious 

To a fraud nigga, 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 out on you and smoke you like top paper 

Damn, what a feeling when you and your 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 cause 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 shit, you niggas downstairs 

Different floors for different bosses 

Different tours on different jets, my niggas saw 

Different city with different bitches 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 and-one, 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, fuck clowns 

My heart getting cold, and the streets getting colder 

They said I wouldn'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 

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Dedicated, determinated 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 nigga 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 gon' knock out 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 bitches 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 

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Ayo, it gets fucked up when your own family start calling you up 

Shit, money's the root of all evil 

Family start telling you "you acting different nigga" 

You're goddamn right I'm acting different 

With all this motherfucking money 

But then when it comes from your brother, your sister 

Your mother, your father, that shit hurts you to the core man 

When they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen 

You done grew up motherfucker 

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 shit will fuck 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? 

Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shit 

Yeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers 

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

Shit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know? 

Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got 

Don't let this money bring us down 

Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats 

Let's go, hahahah 

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 shit? 

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

And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, 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 shit 

I said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga 

Like Kobe Bryant, Metta Peace and Gasol, nigga 

But I know just what I saw nigga 

It was envious, you looked sideways and I remembered it 

The reason that my heart's cold now on some December shit 

You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit 

Talking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixth 

Maybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight 

As long as Papi smiling 

I'mma 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 shit, I know you ain't mean it 

But yeah nigga I've seen it 

My heart getting cold, and 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