[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Yeah, yeahI never had a role modelI was loading gold hollows in my little Glock-40A little shorty, heart colder than December in the morningAnd I think it was December when they [?] meNigga's is jealousFuck can they tell usWith them dreams they try sell usProbably why I'm rebelliousTo the fraud niggas, I lost niggas when I got paperIt's like more money I made they got fakerAnd it's crazy when your best friend turn into your top haterWanna roll up and smoke you like top paperDamn, what a feeling when you and you're homie chilling andYou know he got thoughts of probably robbing and killing youMomma said don't ever, ever let them belittle youInstead wait for them haters because they'll riddle youLast year was like a bad yearEven though I touched more paper than a cashierSmall circle, I ain't never really around squaresThey say it levels to this shit, you niggas downstairsDifferent floors for different bossesDifferent tours on different jets, my niggas sawDifferent city with different bitches and different whoresSometimes I look in the mirror, Meek Milly this your car?Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charmAnd to think my niggas started off with cooking rawWhen it was hard the coach told me to get the ballI step back for the three, watch it go swish and fallAnd that was And 1, they thinking how we get this far?We was just down by three and they thought we took a lossThey couldn't D me like Earl Boykins, I'm sticking softTried to pick me off like Champ Bailey but I'm Randy MossAnd I ran it all for the touchdown, what now?Go [?] all bust down, fuck clowns[Hook: Meek Mill]My heart getting coldThen the streets getting colderThey said I would't make it no wayI think my heart getting colder, my heart getting coldTold them I would make it one dayYoung lord knows[Verse 2: Meek Mill]Dedicated, de-terminated and disciplinedWhen Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listeningWhen I be in the jungle the Devil be whisperingSlugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close callStand up nigga so I won't fallMy teacher told me I would never go farSeen him last week, he was my chauffeurI was like "told y'all"Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooterSo they couldn't blame me when I went and copped a RugerLooking at my homies, see the ghost of Freddy KruegerCause 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 ofIf I don't get he'll probably end up with a chopperIn a field out in Philly do you feel me?Told my momma I won't let these haters kill meGetting high even though it might derail meAnd I won't ever let these bitches see the real me, do you feel me?Times change like the Rollie didNow I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe did[Interlude: Diddy]AyoIt gets fucked up when your own family start calling you upShit, money's the root of all evilFamily start telling you "you acting different nigga"You're goddamn right I'm acting differentWith all this motherfucking moneyBut then when it comes from your brother, your sister, your mother, your fatherThat shit hurts you to the core manWhen they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen you done grew up motherfuckerThey gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?You got raised, you done played in the park with themThis money thing, this shit will fuck you up manYou got to watch what you ask forYou sure you want this son?You sure you want this money?You sure you want this fame?You sure you want this power?Shit have your own mama talking to you like you ain't shitYeah everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckersGet money don't stop but I ain't mad at themShit, but shit even bosses got feelings you know?Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we gotDon't let this money bring us downShit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats lets go[Verse 3: Meek Mill]Uh, yeahAnd we started off as kids, stomach's touching our ribsAnd them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to liveI remember Sundays we ain't have nothing but LivThirty thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to giveI ain't trip, I ain't trip, I pour bottles, I ain't sipI let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?Let you have them little hoes, they was all on my dickAnd you main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hitTwenty chains, eight watches, can't fit on my wristWhen I speak about them things I never said it's my shitI said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball niggaLike Kobe Bryant [Metta Peace and Gasol] niggaBut i know just what I saw niggaIt was envious, you looked sideways and I remembered itThe reason that my heart's cold now on some December shitYou used to give thanks for giving on some November shitTalking about the twenty-fifth, matter of fact the twenty-sixthMaybe it's the twenty-eighth, fuck it though my money's straight[And as long Poppi smiling]Imma be on airplane mode flier than a pilotI've seen it, I've seen itJealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was deceivingAnd I was surprised man I ain't want to believe itYou said you would ride but shit I know you ain't mean itBut yeah nigga I've seen it[Hook]My heart getting coldThen the streets getting colderThey said I would't make it no wayI think my heart getting colder, my heart getting coldTold them I would make it one dayYoung lord knows
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