Lyrics of 'Cold Hearted (feat. Diddy)' by Meek Mill

Yeah
La-da-da, la-da-da-da, yeah

I never had a role model
I was loading gold hollows in my lil Glock-40
A lil' shorty, heart colder than December in the morning
And I think it was December when they swarmed me
Niggas is jealous, fuck can they tell us?
With them dreams they try to sell us?
Prolly why I'm rebellious

To a fraud nigga, I lost niggas when I got paper
It's like more money I made, they got faker
And it's crazy when your bestfriend turn into your top hater
Wanna roll out on you and smoke you like top paper
Damn, what a feelin' when you and your homie chillin'
And you know he got thoughts of probably robbin' and killin' you

Momma said, "Don't never ever let em belittle you"
"And stay away from them haters 'cause they'll riddle you"
Last year was like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small circle, I ain't never really around squares
They say there's levels to this shit, you niggas downstairs

Different floors for different bosses
Different tours on different jets, my nigga soar
Different city with different bitches and different whores
Sometimes I look in the mirror, "Meek Milly this your car?"
"Look at your arm, check out your neck, look at your charm"
And to think my niggas started off with cooking raw

When it was hard the coach told me to get the ball
I step back for the three, watch it go swish and fall
And that was and-one, they thinking how we get this far?
We was just down by three and they thought we took a loss
They couldn't D me like Earl Boykins tryna stick Gasol
Tryna pick me off like Champ Bailey but a Randy Moss
And I ran it off for the touchdown, what now?
Gold AP all bust down, fuck clowns

My heart getting cold (Getting cold)
And the streets getting colder
They said I wouldn't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder (Colder)
My heart getting cold
Told 'em I would make it one day (One day)
And only Lord knows (Only Lord knows)

Uh
Dedicated, determinated, and disciplined
When Diddy, Hova, and Baby talking I'm listenin' (Yeah)
When I be in the jungle the devil be whisperin'
Slugs flyin' by me, I hear 'em, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me that I would never go far
Seen him last week, he was my chauffuer, I was like "Told y'all"

Mommy was a booster, daddy was a shooter
So they couldn't blame me when I went and copped the Ruger
Looking at my homie see the ghost of Freddy Krueger
'Cause if he catch you sleeping he's gon' knock out your medulla
Oblongata, I'm a father and my son don't see a lot of
If I don't get he gon' probably end up with a chopper
In a field out in Philly, do you feel me?

Told my momma I won't let these haters kill me
Gettin' high even though it might derail me
And I won't ever let these bitches see the real me
Do you feel me?
Time's changed like the Rollie did
Now I'm killing these niggas the way that Kobe did

Ayo, it gets fucked up when your own family, start calling you up
Shit, money's the root of all evil
Family start telling you "You acting different nigga"
You're goddamn right I'm acting different
With all this motherfucking money
But then when it comes from your brother, your sister
Your mother, your father, that shit hurts you to the core man

When they start acting like something that you ain't never motherfucking seen
You done grew up motherfucker
They gave birth to you, know what I'm saying?
You got raised, you done played in the park with them
This money thing, this shit will fuck you up man
You got to watch what you ask for

You 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 shit
Yeah, everybody want it, everybody need it, money motherfuckers
Get money don't stop, but I ain't mad at them, shit

But shit even, even bosses got feelings you know?
Dear mama, dear papa, family, we're all we got
Don't let this money bring us down
Shit, everybody eats B, everybody eats, everybody eats
Let's go

Uh, yeah
And we started off as kids, stomach's touchin' our ribs
In them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember Sundays we ain't have nothin' but Liv
30 thousand was the tab and you ain't have nothing to give
I ain't trip, I ain't trip, I bought bottles, I ain't sip
I let niggas shine bright, you still act like I ain't shit?
Let you have them lil' hoes, they was all on my dick
And your main wanted to fuck me nigga, I ain't hit

20 chains, eight watches can't fit on my wrist
When I speak about them things I never said it's my shit
Said it's ours nigga and when you're ready we're gonna ball nigga
Like Kobe Bryant, Metta Peace, and Gasol, nigga
But I know just what I saw nigga
It was envy as you looked sideways and I remembered it
The reason that my heart cold now on some December shit

You used to give thanks for giving on some November shit
Talkin' 'bout the 25th, matter fact the 26th, maybe it's the 28th
Fuck it though my money's straight
As long a papi smiling
I'ma be on airplane mode flier than a pilot
I seen it, I seen it
Jealousy in your eyes, I swear that look was deceiving
And I was surprised, man, I ain't want to believe it
You said you would ride, but shit, I know you ain't mean it
But yeah, nigga I seen it

My heart getting cold (Getting cold)
And the streets getting colder (Getting colder)
They said I wouldn't make it no way
I think my heart getting colder (Colder)
My heart getting cold
Told 'em I would make it one day (One day)
And only Lord knows (Only Lord knows)