Cold Hearted III Lyrics by Meek Mill is the latest English song from “Expensive Pain”. The song lyrics were written by Meek Mill while the music is given by Bkorn, Austin Powerz.
“Cold Hearted III” Track Info:
| Song | Cold Hearted III |
| Album | Expensive Pain |
| Singer | Meek Mill |
| Music | Bkorn, Austin Powerz |
| Lyrics | Meek Mill |
Cold Hearted III Lyrics
Uh, Yeah!
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*gas Snakes, Don’t Trust Them Guys
My Ni*gas 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
‘Cuz 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 ‘Cuz It Got Hot, Sh*t Like A Jalapeño
And I Been Clutchin’ On My Glock Even Though
That I Don’t Mean To
Ni*gas 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, Hmm
I Know What I Gotta Do
Hov Told Me About 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*gas, 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 ‘Cuz Ni*gas Couldn’t See
The Envy Comin’ From All Sides
You Let Them Ni*gas Talk To You
About Me And You Crossed Sides
And When They Swing Them Choppers
I Just Hope You Ain’t Offsides
Yeah, Hmm
Jealousy, Envy, Self Hate