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Lyrify.me

Cold-hearted by T.R.3 Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[Verse]
Every city get cold in the winter time
I'm in a city where the seasons don't change
We cold-hearted, 24
Been on go since 7
At 9 I had a 9 tucked in, buying dimes by 11
The streets taught never get caught sleep
Street lights keep me warm like it's vitamin D
D in her mouth like it's vitamins, see
This oral healing, just don't bite when you speak
Sex with the words stimulate how you think
Man it's all to distract, take it all when you blink
You think that you clean then you bound to get inked
Like free tats, and you know them bullets coming like free tax
Jackpot, nigga now you bankrupt
Livin' by the pay stub
Can't even stumble on a check when yo stomach rumbling
Now they mumbling to fuck up your subconscious
And they sponsor the demons and monsters that's privileged with power
This is the last hour devour your ego
Don't eat at the table that siphon your people
The past & the future
This is the medieval
I walk with the light leave you blind with the sequel
I'm Maxed out like Keeble
Your energy feeble
I fickle your mind
Make it change like the coins
'Cause the lust and the money you just can't avoid
It's a void when you leave this space and time
Leave a hole that you once use to fill with vibes
No heart 'til a nigga turnt 24
Now I'm stuck tryna make another 24
Take that, face that
Imma make some more
'Cause you know i whip the heat when the world get cold
I been dealing depression in the darkest hole
But i never told my secrets to another ho
It's like I'm married to this music, where the ring at?
Like, if I hit it good I expect you to swing back
I been grounded, but nigga I got my wings back
No Red Bull, I see green and I seize that
Step in the room like Jan where the weed at
Never disappoint, old rules with a new pack
We can shoot the one if its just me and you, jack
Nigga we ain't friends, I'm the plug like a new jack
Don't get your cap peeled back for this new crack
I been in my bag tryna stuff in my new craft
Nigga got a stash in his sleeve for the make believe
Turn to a tree so I know when a nigga leave
All gonna fall, stakes high
This my season, but I don't beef
'Cause I make the world a better place when i don't eat it
How the hell you say you value life but you conceited
Like you ya own downfall
Like, you ya own needle
Like, you are your ancestors that you pray to
Not being literal, but literally I mean it
We gotta break the code so we make it out the sequence
And don't end defeated