Tonalità: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
Em
So cold
F
G
Am
My heart so cold
Em
My heart so cold, I can never fold
F
I'm on the pa per chase man,
fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills,
G
got my heart moving slow
Am
All I know is hustle 'cause
I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit,
Em
these cars ain't shit
F
These clothes ain't shit,
you know these hoes ain't shit
And man this money ain't shit,
G
these cars ain't shit
Am
These clothes ain't shit,
you know these hoes ain't shit
G
Em
My heart so cold, I'm sticking to the code
F
Fake niggas bend,
real niggas don't fold
I'm tricking J's daily,
G
selling sheetrock for blow
Am
In my younger days nigga
I was robbing stores
Em
Still got it for the low
F
Judge give you the book,
hang your ass without a rope
G
When you at the bottom seem
like you ain't got hope
Am
And when you got kids
nigga anything will go
Em
Green dots at funerals, they
got my head fucked up
F
Can't die,
just these percocets, they got my chest fucked up
G
Pussy niggas shot me six times, my
Am
luck fucked up
Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I'm
G
Am
Em
My heart so cold, I can never fold
F
I'm on the pa per chase man,
fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills,
G
got my heart moving slow
Am
All I know is hustle 'cause
I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit,
Em
these cars ain't shit
F
These clothes ain't shit,
you know these hoes ain't shit
G
And man this money ain't shit,
these cars ain't shit
Am
These clothes ain't shit,
you know these hoes ain't shit
Em
Fast paper had me
G
Em
dropping out of school
F
Violating laws, breaking all the rules
G
Smoking marijuana, riding
with them tools
Am
Hanging 'round hustlers,
robbers, and fools
Em
Hand to hand with stranger
s, watching from an angle
F
Praying for an angel,
protection from danger
G
Cause I done seen plenty niggas
Am
died that had a banger
And I done seen them niggas' partner
ride out of anger
Em
And never came back,
about them greenbacks
F
Now have you seen that?
These are obscene facts
G
And just because we paid,
the stress don't decay
Am
Still thinking 'bout them losses,
winning never made 'em fade
Em
With Gs being dead and
F
[?] on my mental
It hurt so bad that I can't do
the shit I didn't do
G
To keep my niggas here with me,
Am
I swear that shit be killing me
I hope you niggas feelin' me 'cause
I know that you hearing me
Em
And just because we smile and play
F
That don't mean that everything is going ok,
no
G
Man just because we smile and play
Am
That don't mean that everything
is going ok
G
Am
Em
My heart so cold, I can never fold
F
I'm on the pa per chase man,
fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills,
G
got my heart moving slow
Am
All I know is hustle 'cause
I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit,
Em
these cars ain't shit
F
These clothes ain't shit,
you know these hoes ain't shit
And man this money ain't shit,
G
these cars ain't shit
Am
These clothes ain't shit,
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you know these hoes ain't shit
Am
Em
F
G
Am
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