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)