Cold Heart

Anthony Marshall

They tryna bring me down but I'm stuck in my zone
I just stay puffing the loud
Put me right back in my zone
Free all my niggas on trial
Can't wait to gettem back home
Trust me I gotta stay high
Don't like wen my frequency low
I'll be gone for the summer
Catch me grindin on the road
Lost my family to a sucka
Reason why my hearts cold
Devil calling on my line
I ain't picking up the phone
Devil calling on my line
I just left him on hold
I jus touched down on the pavement
Trust me I never Been flagrant
Man the struggle turned me to a beast
Man the struggle turned me to the greatest
Showed me how to break through complications
Wen they see me these niggas b hating
Devil calling on my line tryna put me in a bind
I'm just tryna hit the road I ain't tryna be exposed
I ain't tryna hear no
Full balloon I'm bout to blow
If u know then you know
High like a wheelie so bitch here we go
Blow for blow
They tryna bring me down
So I go toe for toe
Nigga that's any round
Too many niggas I lost to the streets
My heart so cold it might need a mink
No dui but it drive me to drink
Niggas is dying quicker than a blink
It drive me crazy all I do is think
That's why Im killin these bars
Cause this shit it bandage my scars
These niggas can't handle the god
I'm tryna get big as the sky
I'm tryna chill up with the stars
They like yo that boy is so fly
Like owners I'm buying the stores
Tol em I came from the bottom
They tryna pull up the floors
I wear that heavy krown
That shit is gold like awards
They tryna bring me down but I'm stuck in my zone
I just stay puffing the loud
Put me right back in my zone
Free all my niggas on trial
Can't wait to gettem back home
Trust me I gotta stay high
Don't like wen my frequency low
I'll be gone for the summer
Catch me grindin on the road
Lost my family to a sucka
Reason why my hearts cold
Devil calling on my line
I ain't picking up the phone
Devil calling on my line
I just left him on hold
Too many years I been down the same road
Shit you know how them days go
Just tryna run up that pay roll
So all my family is paid for
Take on that stress I can take more
Long as I'm breathing an able
People be looking at me like I hope u recognize the gift that god gave u
I do so I ride in the night time
I'm tryna stay in my right mind
Pen jottin down all the right lines
Verses more potent than white lines
I love to work on my penmanship
Seem now a days none these niggas can handle it
Run with the drum like nick cannon
U here for the clout you don't know what band you in
Focused on the bigger picture
Now I'm seeing things that i ain't never seen
All nigga do is dream Turning all this shit into reality
Tell me can u picture me
Rolling like pac
Bumping makavali hand on the glock
The hustle don't stop
The haters gone watch
I came through the pain
I came through the block
You can like it or not
I came with a little dough and the goal was a lot
Now that time on my clock
I been cookin up watch the shake of the pot
Man my shit is too hot
I don't come w subliminals this is all that I got
Man this shit is on lock
They tryna bring me down but I'm stuck in my zone
I just stay puffing the loud
Put me right back in my zone
Free all my niggas on trial
Can't wait to gettem back home
Trust me I gotta stay high
Don't like wen my frequency low
I'll be gone for the summer
Catch me grindin on the road
Lost my family to a sucka
Reason why my hearts cold
Devil calling on my line
I ain't picking up the phone
Devil calling on my line
I just left him on hold

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