Cold Heart

I ain't the type to lie Heart done got cold it's hard to even try Gotta wonder why I gotta get high Just to keep a peace of mind Swear it's hard to find but I gotta get mine Gotta stay on my grind ain't no wasting time Pain in these rhymes hurt to say every line But I'm in control never backing down And I won't lose my soul wasn't raised to fold I stand on ten toes up the Glock at my foes That's just how it go feeling like I can't be the same me no more Young niggas walk with switches now we ain't living in the same Streets no more what I'm preaching for? F*ck it let me turn it up a notch I face a blunt and hit record and give this shit everything I got Cause it was times I had to struggle And that shit broke me a lot Picked up a pen and pad mixed it up Now my name stirring the pot After this cash ain't got time to be out here beefing with niggas If you don't f*ck with me keep it pushing I ain't speaking to niggas Can't understand the vision but they love to copy your picture He made the wrong move now you getting rolled up in this swisher You get your issue like a magazine When I unload from the magazine Flows hella crazy talking super mean Eyes low from the smoke blowing green Gotta chase the bag for all them times I didn't have and them niggas laughed But now I got my foot up on they neck and I'm pressing the gas I ain't the type to lie Heart done got cold it's hard to even try Gotta wonder why I gotta get high Just to keep a peace of mind Swear it's hard to find but I gotta get mine Gotta stay on my grind ain't no wasting time Pain in these rhymes hurt to say every line But I'm in control never backing down And I won't lose my soul wasn't raised to fold I stand on ten toes up the Glock at my foes That's just how it go feeling like I can't be the same me no more Young niggas walk with switches now we ain't living in the same Streets no more what I'm preaching for? F*ck it let me turn it up a notch I face a blunt and hit record and give this shit everything I got Cause it was times I had to struggle And that shit broke me a lot Picked up a pen and pad mixed it up Now my name stirring the pot Fasho that And it get no realer Savage ENT