Meek Mill - Cold Hearted II

Uh, make it out the hood, they say you Hollywood
How dare you niggas tell me that I got it good
Gotta check and treat these niggas like I'm Robin Hood
When it was time to stand up for me, see, nobody stood
And I was lookin' at you niggas, all the ones I fed
Had me grindin' all them nights you was going to bed
And if I think I owe you something, nigga gon' ahead
Treat you like I never knew you, put it on your head
And I got Papi on my line like, 'When you comin' home?'
My mama see it in my face, she know that somethin' wrong
Bodies droppin' in my city all summer long
Out on bail but I still gotta keep somethin' on
'Cause I can't let 'em take my life
You might get left you make that right
When he got left it wasn't right
But he was tryna live that life
I call up Coon to book that jet,
we like three deep, we take that flight
Used to land in California to play
that studio all night, we stayin' down
For the love of them millions, ain't layin' down
Left you in the hood, what you sayin' now?
And niggas wanted the smoke
You said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet
When the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas
"You better come"
Sister said they gettin' over, it's like you lettin' them
Some shit I had to learn my lesson from, uh
Checkin' in, checkin' out, I just had to check you out
2012, it was 50 niggas when I'm steppin' out
Forgot the time you asked me
For a check and I ain't lived it out
I ain't even know you was upset
This what this shit about?
A green piece of paper can turn you to a hater
When you can't bring up one time
You returned me for a favor
So I play these niggas real close



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