Meek Mill - Cold Hearted II (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Meek Mill - Cold Hearted II (en) Lyrics
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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
you was going to bed
And if I 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 lived it out
I ain't even know you was upset,
this 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 play 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
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, they
act like he hangin' with me
I ain't ever 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 under
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 my niggas out dissin'
myself, fun, 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?
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