Heart Cold

They throwin' rocks and hide their hands, I ain't surprised

I don't stand in traps, I no longer supervise

I thank God every night before I close my eyes

Beefin' with them ****, shot at 'em like three times

If I'm wrong, then I don't wanna be right

Got my phone in the back of my Levi's

And I still don't try no beef 'cause at the end she lie

I got these hundreds in the safe stacked up knee high

Fuck a ho gettin' old, gettin' money ain't new

Shawty thinkin' I'm a business man 'cause she seein' Homie in a suit

Top drop at anytime, need a GPS for the roofs

And I don't really like no **** who talk a lot

Rather show me what you gon' do

Parallel in the parking lot, I'm rollin'' smoked out in the coupe

Got these hundred dollar bills in rubber bands 'cause

I don't like to carry money loose

Got a couple bands on these ****' head

If I say the word, they gon' shoot

And I ain't beefin' with no ****

Bout no bitch, to me that ain't cool

It's too much money to be made out here, yeah

Gotta keep my gun, it ain't safe out here

Been stayin' down, can't show my face 'round here

And I ain't trippin', cut the lights out

Got this cross on my chest and you know it iced out

Heart cold, ice box

Eyes close, lights out

Chicago White Sox

Talk hard, pipe down

Shootin' shit, head target

Dead Fred, red carpet

I can't hear you ****, money in the way, say it louder

Talk loud, nah ****, money in the wall

With a tracker on the phone, just in case you wanna call a ****

I'm paranoid, geeked up

I see dead people

I see you before you comin', I'm lookin' through the peephole

The G code, yeah, you know I'm stickin' to it

Turn the volume up on the headphones, I wanna listen to it

Keep the chopper, yeah, in the back, man, and let the pistol do it

Can't close my eyes, gotta face my fear, just grip and do it

Stick and move, you know I'm stickin' to what we planned

He sick of losin', I heard he spent all of his advance

Feel like a movie, I walked in feelin' just like the man

On every move, I hit, I make sure I had my mans

Right hand truth, I swear I will never take the stand

I swear I'd shoot you, look at the blisters on my hand

Shine bright headlight, I gotta make the transaction

If you got the bread right, this cross make me feel alive

Heart cold, ice box

Eyes close, lights out

Chicago White Sox

Talk hard, pipe down

Shootin' shit, head target

Dead Fred, red carpet

I can't hear you ****, money in the way, say it louder

Talk loud, nah ****, money in the wall

With a tracker on the phone, just in case you wanna call a ****

I'm paranoid, geeked up

I see dead people

I see you before you comin', I'm lookin' through the peephole

Heart cold, ice box

Eyes close, lights out

Talk hard, pipe down

I can't hear you ****, money in the way, say it louder

Money in the wall

With a tracker on the phone, just in case you wanna call a ****

I see dead people

I see dead people