Cold Heart (feat. Jackboi Jitta)

My heart gets colder and colder, I barely trust people If any at all, and I know at the end who going really be standing beside me Stuck in my ways, pray I don't crash 'cause I been moving too fast I want a bag, full of that cash but I been stuck in the past I stay on the low My heart been on froze Omerta the code Prefer being alone Niggas just laugh at the pain, I been stuck in the zone I been fighting the waves, trying to stay afloat I been rocking chains, I fell slave to gold Momma shedding tears, she pray I make it home Keep a 30 on me clutching Riding 'round with them Russians Got a AK, got a Smith & Wesson, got your baby mama blushing Yeah she in love with that gang shit, I'm stay down for who I came with Run up on you, you ain't do shit, nah we ain't with all of that lame shit Bad bitch had purple hair, now its pink call that shit a lane switch Other bitch had red hair, then she flipped it orange call it sun kiss Niggas penny-pinching on the block but me and my niggas we binge rich Play with my money I call up them Asians, they shooting at you get your wig split Bossed up had to jump off the porch Teaching these niggas the game like the coach Roll up the gram then throw in the roach I feeling gas make that bitch smoke Head shot never shoot for the throat Niggas be talking but they won't approach RIP Fredo bout pour me a fourth Diamonds raining need to throw on a coat Stuck in my ways, pray I don't crash 'cause I been moving too fast I want a bag, full of that cash but I been stuck in the past I stay on the low My heart been on froze Omerta the code Prefer being alone Niggas just laugh at the pain, I been stuck in the zone I been fighting the waves, tryna stay afloat I been rocking chains, I fell slave to gold Momma shedding tears, she pray I make it home They said I was moving too fast Thumbing blue hundreds my foot on the gas I'm burning a wood, lungs full of that gas Switched up my lane I seen niggas that crashed Niggas done switched, niggas done bitched that's why I stay on the low I stay in the field, a flag on the play when I stick up that pole Niggas just laugh at the pain, I been stuck in the zone I been fighting the waves, tryna stay afloat I been rocking chains, I fell slave to gold Momma shedding tears, she pray I make it home