text: So cold
  My heart so cold
  My heart so cold, I can never fold
  I’m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
  I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
  All I know is hustle ‘cause I hate being broke
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit
  My heart so cold, I’m sticking to the code
  Fake niggas bend, real niggas don’t fold
  I’m tricking J’s daily, selling sheetrock for blow
  In my younger days nigga I was robbing stores
  Still got it for the low
  Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope
  When you at the bottom seem like you ain’t got hope
  And when you got kids nigga anything will go
  Green dots at funerals, they got my head fucked up
  Can’t digest these percocets, they got my chest fucked up
  Pussy niggas shot me six times, my luck fucked up
  Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I’m fucked up
  My heart so cold, I can never fold
  I’m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
  I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
  All I know is hustle ‘cause I hate being broke
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit
  Fast paper had me dropping out of school
  Violating laws, breaking all the rules
  Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools
  Hanging ‘round hustlers, robbers, and fools
  Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle
  Praying for an angel, protection from danger
  Cause I done seen plenty niggas died that had a banger
  And I done seen them niggas’ partner ride out of anger
  And never came back, about them greenbacks
  Now have you seen that? These are obscene facts
  And just because we paid, the stress don’t decay
  Still thinking ‘bout them losses, winning never made ‘em fade
  With Gs being dead and on my mental
  It hurt so bad that I can’t do the shit I didn’t do
  To keep my niggas here with me, I swear that shit be killing me
  I hope you niggas feelin’ me ‘cause I know that you hearing me
  And just because we smile and play
  That don’t mean that everything is going ok, no
  Man just because we smile and play
  That don’t mean that everything is going ok
  My heart so cold, I can never fold
  I’m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
  I’m poppin’ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
  All I know is hustle ‘cause I hate being broke
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit
  And man this money ain’t shit, these cars ain’t shit
  These clothes ain’t shit, you know these hoes ain’t shit