Pdt Four - Cold Heart Lyrics

Imma make it out these trenches with cold heart
I had ppl switch up on me they ain't play they Part
I lost Justin to the streets I swear it broke my heart
Gotta keep on grinding and I'm steady loving smart
Yea I'm moving smart they wanna see me sleep so ride around my city with the f*cking heat
If my opps they try to get me I let Nina speak
They know the titan go out fighting I ain't never been weak
I lost my mind when my nigga blood painted the streets
I feel in love with heats and I started looking for beefs
If you play with me I guarantee I leave you deceased
I rep the three where Ik my niggas riding for me
I made the P press down team ik they sliding for me
We in the streets my niggas sliding everyday when it's beef
I'm really stuck in my ways from pain back in them days
Dark thoughts in my brain I think I'm going insane
I hear these voices in my head they tell me keep on grinding
Other voices in my head they tell me keep on wilding
Lost some homies to that violence it made me violent
Feeling like my heart is bleeding and I can't stop it
Imma make it out these trenches with cold heart
I had ppl switch up on me they ain't play they Part gotta keep on grinding yea I'm steady moving smart
Every single day I'm feeling like I'm going through it
All this money mind on my mind gotta pursue it
All this pressure on my shoulders but I'm a soldier
Ma I feel like imma make it can you be patient
Imma take over yo bills put you in the hills
Until then I'm riding heavy so I don't get killed
In the field it's getting real we gotta keep the steel
Ever since Justin died life ain't feeling real
I ease my pain with these drugs but I can't pop a pill
I roll a blunt I'm high af god take the wheel idk where I'm going but I feel I'm moving fast
I'm out my body and my mind trynna get some cash y'all don't understand me y'all just see i spazz
My ppl down bad bitch I'm trynna get a bag
So I don't have no time for a girl who always mad
I'm trying get these Millie's so Ik my ppl straight we from the land of hate but I'm gonna get us out
And that's without a doubt ma I'm on a paper route
Idgaf what these haters talking bout cuz I'm knowing you can't walk a mile in my shoes
Ain't no food up In that kitchen bills overdue
So I'm out here on a mission trynna make it through
Ya family pressing you my nigga tell me what you going do
So I hopped up in them sour streets trynna get me some cream
Remember going to the league was a nigga lil dream