Heart So Cold 21 Savage (Ft. Freaky D$MG)

[Intro: 21 Savage]
So cold
My heart so cold

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
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

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
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