Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Hearted II, artist - Meek Mill. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Hearted II |
| Woah, don’t you, baby, hey |
| It won’t matter, baby |
| Don’t you know? |
| Don’t you know? |
| Woah, don’t you, baby, hey |
| It won’t matter, baby |
| Don’t you know? |
| Don’t you know? |
| Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood |
| How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good |
| Gotta check and treat these niggas like I’m Robin Hood |
| When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood |
| And I was lookin' at you niggas, all the ones I fed |
| Had me grindin' all them nights when you was going to bed |
| And if you think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead |
| Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head |
| And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?' |
| My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong |
| Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long |
| Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on |
| 'Cause I can’t let 'em take my life, you might get left you make that right |
| When he got left it wasn’t right, but he was tryna live that life |
| I call up Coon to book that jet, we like three deep, we take that flight |
| Used to land in California to play that studio all night, we stayin' down |
| For the love of them millions, ain’t layin' down |
| Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now? |
| And niggas wanted the smoke, you said, «Stand down,» uh |
| Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come |
| It was beef, I had to tell niggas, «You better come» |
| Sister said they gettin' over, it’s like you lettin' them |
| Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh |
| Checkin' in, checkin' out, I just had to check you out |
| 2012, it was 50 niggas when I’m steppin' out |
| Forgot the time you asked me for a check and I ain’t lend it out |
| I ain’t even know you was upset, that’s what this shit about? |
| A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater |
| When you can’t bring up one time you returned me for a favor |
| So I pray these niggas real close, talkin' closer than my neighbors |
| 'Cause I know the signs when niggas switch sides, catch them vapors |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Scream, «Ride or die,» I thought you would ride with me |
| Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me |
| And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550 |
| Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty |
| Scream, «Ride or die,» I thought you would ride with me |
| Found out you was jealous, you wouldn’t even grind with me |
| And when I copped the 6 you wanted the 550 |
| See, I look at it like this |
| What I’m supposed to spend a thousand nights in the studio rappin' my lights |
| out? |
| Goin' city to city, can’t take my son to school when I want to, can’t see my |
| mama, my family when I want to |
| They give a nigga my money, then act like he hangin' with me |
| I ain’t never been sweet |
| Far as I can remember, every time I went to jail I had to stand up in that |
| bitch by myself |
| I ain’t never even think about a nigga callin' my baby mama to pick my son up |
| to take him to the movies |
| Go play basketball while I’m doin' this time in the cell |
| Actin' like I owe you somethin' |
| See, it hurt my heart to see some of my closest friends turn their back on me |
| about that attention needle |
| Or a green piece of paper with a slave master on the front of that shit |
| I used to hear niggas, niggas that I was feedin', I heard 'em whisperin', «Meek Mill finished» |
| I was like, «And damn, I was feedin' you, bro» |
| All I did was keep grindin' |
| Through the storm, nigga, I’m like Derrick Rose on a 50-point night on a daily |
| basis, nigga |
| For the love of the millions, royalty over loyalty, never get it confused |
| I got real friends and family that’ll never turn their back on me for the love |
| of the money |
| I got a homie that’s doin' life—he can’t offer me no money, he can’t offer me |
| nothin' but a friendship and a relationship |
| I talk to him seven days a week |
| So don’t come to me talkin' 'bout no money shit, nigga |
| So if you feel some type of way about my money, we goin' to the furthest extent |
| to protect that plate that goes in front of my son on the table, nigga |
| One love to all my family and friends that stayed down through all the madness |
| While I had to sacrifice and put it all on the line |
| One time for my mom and sister that never changed on me, even before I had money |
| Ride or die, no matter what |
| Dreamchasers for life, you dig? |
| Uh, I told niggas stop askin' me where niggas at |
| If you don’t see 'em in the pictures with me, that mean they faded away |
| I got niggas I distanced myself from, we love each other, it’s all love but |
| everybody can’t make it |
| Niggas wanna burn a bridge and expect you to send a yacht, huh? |
| Where they do |
| that at? |