Big Pressure C4 - Cold Hearted Lyrics

I jumped off on my own
Niggas talk too much, so I went and finessed all alone
Senior year J'd up, but motel 6 was my home
That's the past, but I'm still thanking God I'm not gone
One of a kind, mane I could never be cloned

Think the line hot, so don't go running ya mouth on the phone
Getting paranoid, new niggas coming around I ain't known
Can't trust a female for the times that I got did wrong
My heart's colder then cold, too damn solid to fold

I know if I fall, some niggas gone be gunning for me
All it takes is one call, them niggas gone be coming for free
If I get caught, the last thing on my mind is a plea
Forever keeping it G, this pressure comes with a fee

Game point, shoot my shot, bitch I'm in my prime
In the trap with Pressure T, we used to bag them dimes
I done smoked up a pack at least a thousand times
But a nigga back to business, why not sell a rhyme

A nigga mentioned me in a song, but he stole that line
A nigga used to flex with money, but it wasn't mine
Just because the bitch is light skin don't mean she's fine
Niggas want a piece, but can't pick up when the cards decline

Being homeless used to be a nigga family trend
One bedroom apartment, three mfs in the den
Big C spoon fed, nigga could you tell me when
I ain't lied yet in this song, bitch I'm counting sins

Mane I'm really on my own is what I realized
So I'm gonna take care of the family, have us living right
Build us a house, and we gotta have the ceiling high
Make sure we got enough room to send the blessings up

You niggas want Chargers, I need a Tesla
Wrap that bitch in all black, the uncle Fester yea
Had cut some folks off, couldn't stand next to ya
You said you real, but nigga you just a replica

Praying to God before I hit the road
Mane I love all my niggas, mane I will never fold
Lil bro out west, he ain't looking for gold
He hopping right on that plane, and bring back them bowls