Cold Hearted

[Chorus]
Baby I'm big hearted, cold hearted
But I'm tryna work on it
Words so sturdy you could stand on it
Chopper singing like its got DRAM on it
Had to throw it away, it had names on it
Took the bandana with blood on it
The money got two rubber bands on it
I hit a lick and get rich on it

[Bridge]
My case didn't come with a bond on it
The pain is too deep to write songs on it
My flow just went holy like Mase on it
It is what it is but I think on it
I'm tryna move forward and pray on it
I'm trying my best to be tough, ayy
Look how far that we came up, ayy
I used to write songs on the bus, ayy
I used to write songs in the club
Still tryna work on it

[Verse]
Yeah, baby check how a boss move
Got a truck, no, it's not a coupe
Money calling so I'm en route
I'm bending corners and I'm breaking rules
I'm prolly safe whеrever I'm at
I'm hated so you know I can't assumе
Head hotter than a sand dune
Tequila shots up in Cancún
Rarely I'm in a bad mood
So much I already got through
Head hot but I'm cold dude
They know my name when I come through
I'm still ventin' on the Pro Tools
So much that I gotta do
Yeah, I'm tryna work on it

[Chorus]
Baby I'm big hearted, cold hearted
But I'm tryna work on it
Words so sturdy you could stand on it
Chopper singing like its got DRAM on it
Had to throw it away, it had names on it
Took the bandana with blood on it
The money got two rubber bands on it
I hit a lick and get rich on it
(Mm-um-uh-um-ah)