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letra de cold hearted iii - meek mill

[intro]
uh, yeah

[verse]
i been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
fifty mill’ on my account, had to strategize
and when i got it out the mud, i wasn’t satisfied
and lord knows that i was sinnin’, but i got gratified
so that sh-t got justified, every time we touch them pies
war with us, we test them guys
street sweeper gon’ dust them guys
gotta watch ’em close
some n-ggas snakes, don’t trust them guys
my n-ggas said they cool, i’m like, “no, f-ck that side”
it’s only the mob, rep that sh-t like it’s god
you sign up for this sh-t, if you switch, you gon’ die
if you switch, you gon’ die
’cause i remember all them nights in my cell, i had a mill’ to my name
bills a hundred grand a month, you ain’t hear me complain
i’m a g, i take my scars and i wear ’em in pain
you a flea, i cut you off if you chase the fame
you let this money come between us, i ain’t barely seen ya
and when you come around, i spin you like a ballerina
start fallin’ back ’cause it got hot, sh-t like a jalapeño
and i been clutchin’ on my glock even though that i don’t mean to
n-ggas fake, i don’t trust ’em, i wan’ dust ’em
i peep they been on some sh-t, i think it’s time to flush ’em
slide back to back g-wagons, movin’ like the russians
i’m the only thing that’s poppin’, of course they gon’ discuss ’em, woah
i never thought it would come down to this
ridin’ bulletproofs and hundred rounds and sh-t
millions off of rappin’, i done found some sh-t
deep off in the water, tryna drown some sh-t
i don’t know where i’m goin’, i just know i’ma win
and if i pray on my opps, lord know i’ma sin
lord know i’ma sin, yeah
and if i go to the hood, they gon’ force me to k!ll
and if n0body gon’ slide, i’ma load up and drill, that’s no bap
it’s no bap, mmm
i know what i gotta do
hov told me ’bout this type of sh-t on volume two
yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin’ through
and they could’ve coupled my n-ggas, but they was dyin’ too
i keep my glock, one in the head
got me layin’ with this sh-t with my son in the bed
and i won’t go to sleep ’til every one of ’em dead
it’s crazy this the type of sh-t that go to my head
i’m hangin’ ’round with billionaires
but every time that i pop out, a bunch of k!llers there
yeah, it’s just money, ain’t no feelings here
you wrap the rope and i’m gon’ push the chair, yeah, ooh
so many lost lives ’cause n-ggas couldn’t see the envy comin’ from all sides
you let them n-ggas talk to you ’bout me and you crossed sides
and when they swing them choppers, i just hope you ain’t offsides
yeah, mm
jealousy, envy, self hate

- meek mill

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