Lyrics Cold Hearted - FSB Dee Kay

Dee Kay
Cold hearted
No love
Haha

Hittin' shit like Jeter (damn)
Feeling like the winter time
How we plugged with the heaters (heaters)
One hundred my meter (meter)
They know about me in the hood
Got stripes like Adidas (yeah)
Born real I'll never change

I was bout 15 selling crack cocaine (cocaine)
Charles gave me the game (real talk)
He put that pistol in my hand
Told me let that bitch bang (bow)
Man I grew up quick
Saw niggaz posted on them corners
They was tryna get rich (get rich)

We ain't really know shit (not at all)
Tryna come up off a pack
Like we really moving bricks (ahaha)
Had enough for some kicks (kicks)
Just to post up on the block
And look good for a bitch (for a bitch)
So we started hitting licks (hitting licks)
You can say we wanted more than some
Mike's and a fit

Money always came first (first)
I rather ride in a Benz than the back of a hearse (of a hearse)
I done did my dirt (my dirt)
I used to stay masked up like October 31st (mask on)
Lord forgive me for my sins (my sins)
Lost a whole lotta brothers I'll never see again (RIP)
And niggaz hate to see you win
They'll forget about ya ass when you go to the pen

I'm cold hearted
I ain't never trust no nigga show love to no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Streets turned me to a killer I ain't never feared no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Bury me a king
It's gotta be a heaven for the thugs
I'm cold hearted
When I pray to the lord
Gotta keep a .45 on my rug

I'm cold hearted
I ain't never trust no nigga show love to no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Streets turned me to a killer I ain't never feared no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Bury me a king
It's gotta be a heaven for the thugs
I'm cold hearted
When I pray to the lord
Gotta keep a .45 on my rug

Real niggaz gon' vouch it (yeah)
Keep the money coming in like the kid get allowance (get allowance)
That pistol can't be without it (nah)
Gotta watch out for the snakes them cemeteries overcrowded (overcrowded)
Pull up to yo' addy like FedEx (yeah)
Bring it to your front door like mail (like mail)
They wanna see me dead or in jail (or in jail)
So I gotta give 'em hell

I know Art looking down on me (Art World)
Telling me to ball on these niggaz (ball)
If they stand in my way
They can catch these shells
Fuck 'round kill all these niggaz (pow, pow)
Judge wanna slam a nigga no question (question)
Feds had a nigga stressing (stressing)
I was locked in a cell
Couldn't get no mail
But a nigga still counted up blessings, my nigga them facts

I'm cold hearted
I ain't never trust no nigga show love to no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Streets turned me to a killer I ain't never feared no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Bury me a king
It's gotta be a heaven for the thugs
I'm cold hearted
When I pray to the lord
Gotta keep a .45 on my rug

I'm cold hearted
I ain't never trust no nigga show love to no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Streets turned me to a killer I ain't never feared no nigga
I'm cold hearted
Bury me a king
It's gotta be a heaven for the thugs
I'm cold hearted
When I pray to the lord
Gotta keep a .45 on my rug

I'm cold hearted