Lyrics Heart Cold - Santanna

Heart cold 556 boy this ar fold
Will we ever make it out the trenches only god knows
I know I'm living wrong sleep by a pistol and a bible
I know my people need me this shit all about survival
Ain't punch no clock but he can work the F-N
Told her we can fuck but we'd be better off as friends
Need that AMG Benz
All this shit that we did
Don't really think about my future I just want them free bands

I don't think about no past shit
I was tryna get them racks in
Exotic bro just flew that pack in
Bad Lil ho say she won't take me back still let me beat her back in
Drop a tape I'm still getting Backend's
Got that money and let my man in
Nah Eli ain't my brother seen they was mad then
Niggas play they roll stick to the script but we ain't casting
Couple years ago boy I was broke got out that cast quick
Always down to pack and hit the road I stuff a bad bitch
Got too many flows these niggas wish they can cut em off
Know some niggas put that football down just to start up throwing salt
Boy you know you having racks when you don't even think about what you bought
I keep my mask I'm living fast
I miss the act I ain't got no cough
I spend racks on jeans just to run that shit back up in em
On probation know the Po wanna find shit in my system
We a never spare a opp I'm tryna fire whoever with em
Don't take shit light we hold a grudge
But if they die we might forgive em

Heart cold 556 boy this ar fold
Will we ever make it out the trenches only god knows
I know I'm living wrong sleep by a pistol and a bible
I know my people need me this shit all about survival
Ain't punch no clock but he can work the F-N
Told her we can fuck but we'd be better off as friends
Need that AMG Benz
All this shit that we did
Don't really think about my future I just want them free bands

Glock came with a drum don't make me put this bitch on you
My niggas got it out the mud boy we ain't have no big homie
Got good intentions but the streets cold
Told that nigga don't move we get to shooting like it's B-roll
What you niggas wanna tweak for
Rip my niggas wish I could drop wocht in a pop
Came up out the trap we ain't have no press still got it locked
Yeah I love my hood but I can't die up on that block
Nigga ratted from the gang we treat that nigga like a opp
Boy them niggas go to telling when that pressure on
Why it take so long to get shit right feel like it's better wrong
Before I kick it with the fake I'll rather be left alone
They know turbo bring that real shit up in every song

Heart cold 556 boy this ar fold
Will we ever make it out the trenches only god knows
I know I'm living wrong sleep by a pistol and a bible
I know my people need me this shit all about survival
Ain't punch no clock but he can work the F-N
Told her we can fuck but we'd be better off as friends