Heart Cold Markis Precise (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro]
It's hoodie season
Pull your motherfucking skull caps
You know what I mean
Pull your skull caps down, throw your hoodie on
Get that big bottle of yak
Twist one up and just vibe, nigga
Zone out with me

[Verse 1]
Rolling up a blunt and zone
Thinking 'bout my nigga that's coming home
Behind a wall, spent the last ten summers gone
For an attempt, he hit a nigga with his fuckin' chrome
But he'll be home in a second
He said, "I'm coming home, it's a blessing"
I bought my nigga a Rove and a necklace
Throw him a party, put twenty hoes in a section
We held your son down, I know you respect it
Took your time like a man and didn't fold under questioning
So don't even stress it, I've been in the lab making sure my flow is perfected
But when you come home, you gotta stay free
I got money for your lawyer, so the case beat
He said, "I ain't making that mistake, B, I know behind the walls where them crackers tryna take me"

[Chorus]
My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold
My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold
My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold
My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold