I never had a role model I was loading gold hollows in my little glock-40 A little shorty heart colder than december in the morning
And I think it was december when they swarmin'
Niggas is jealous F**k can they tell us With them dreams they try sell us Probably why I'm rebellious To the fraud niggas I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made they got faker
And it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top hater Wanna roll up and smoke you like top paper Damn what a feeling when you and you're homie chilling and You know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing you Momma said don't ever ever let them belittle you
And stay away from them haters because they'll riddle you
Last year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small circle I ain't never really 'round squares They say there's levels to this sh*t you niggas downstairs
Different floors for different bosses Different tours on different jets my niggas saw Different city with different b**ches and different whores Sometimes I look in the mirror meek milly this your car Look at your arm check out your neck look at your charm And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball I step back for the three watch it go swish and fall And that was a and 1 they thinking how we get this far We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss They couldn't d me like earl boykins I'm sticking soft tried to pick me off like Champ bailey but I'm randy moss And I ran it all for the touchdown what now Gold ap all bust down f**k clowns
My heart getting cold then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day Only lord knows Dedicated de-terminated and disciplined When diddy hova and baby talking I'm listening
When I be in the jungle the devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them they whistling that was a close call
Stand up ni**a so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would never go far
Seen him last week he was my chauffeur I was like told y'all Mommy was a booster daddy was a shooter So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a ruger Looking at my homies see the ghost of freddy krueger Cause if he catch you sleeping he's going I got your medulla Oblongata I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of If I don't get he gon' probably end up with a chopper In a field out in philly do you feel me
Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Getting high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these b**ches see the real me do you feel me
Times change like the rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that kobe did
Ayo it gets f**ked up when your own family start calling you out
Sh*t money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you you acting different ni**a
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherf**king money But then when it comes from your brother Your sister your mother your father
That sh*t hurts you to the core man
When they start acting like something that you ain't Never motherf**king seen you done grew up motherf**ker
They gave birth to you know what I'm saying You got raised you done played in the park with them
This money thing this sh*t will f**k you up man
You got to watch what you ask for You sure you want this son You sure you want this money
You sure you want this fame You sure you want this power Sh*t have your own mama talking to you like you ain't sh*t
Yeah everybody want it everybody need it money motherf**kers Get money don't stop but I ain't mad at them sh*t
But sh*t even even bosses got feelings you know
Dear mama dear papa family we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us down sh*t everybody eats b
Everybody eats everybody eats let's go Uh yeah and we started off as kids stomach's touching our ribs And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live I remember sundays we ain't have nothing but liv Thirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give I ain't trip I ain't trip I pour bottles I ain't sip I let niggas shine bright You still act like I ain't sh*t Let you have them little hoes they was all on my dick And you main wanted to f**k me ni**a I ain't hit Twenty chains eight watches can't fit on my wrist When I speak about them things I never said it's my sh*t I said it's ours ni**a and when you're ready we're gonna ball ni**a Like kobe bryant metta peace and gasol ni**a But I know just what I saw ni**a
It was envious you looked sideways and I remembered it The reason that my heart's cold now on some December sh*t you used to give thanks for giving on some November sh*t talking about the twenty-fifth
Matter of fact the twenty-sixth maybe it's the twenty-eighth F**k it though my money's straight
And as long poppi smiling Imma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot I've seen it
I've seen it jealousy in your eyes I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised man I ain't want to believe it You said you would ride but sh*t I know you ain't mean I T but yeah ni**a I've seen it
My heart getting cold
Then the streets getting colder
They said I would't make it no way I think my heart getting colder my heart getting cold
Told them I would make it one day young lord knows
