Cold Hart
Mic Check
[Intro]

[Hook x2]
Mic check, two one two, bitch
Realest young n***a in the room, shit
Heard that my back not groomed bitch
Late, but I still leave soon, quick
Fuck up out my way
Ya'll n***as throwing shade
But your iTunes got Chris Travis tapes
Bucking young n***a in a city full of fakes
I'll do a n***a bad
I'll want to catch a case

[Verse]
Pussy n***a shut the fuck up
Only time you up [is] when your ass waking up
I'm making cake while you n***as caking up
I'm getting baked from the dawn till the dusk
I'll pull a n***a back
Leave him chained to a truck
These n***as whack
But some fans in a buzz
My flow crack
You don't got to pay for drugs
My world deep
But my pain is the love
I just really really want to blow me a dub
I just really really want to smoke me a blunt
These n***as fake man, these n***as cunts
I don't play with them, eat them up like a runt
Say it to my face and your face get stomped
Step out of place
Better know where your from
Come up to my plate, better have your funds
And I don't want a little
Bitch, I want the whole sum

[Hook]

[Outro]