Lyrics Cold Heart (feat. Jackboi Jitta) - Daniel James

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