Da Savage - 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?
Fuck 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 fuck 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?
Fuck 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

Written by:
Michael Sims Jr.

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