Heart Cold - Intellectual

[Intro]

It's hoodie season

Pull your motherfucking skull caps

You know what I mean

Pull your skull caps down, throw your hoodie on

Get that big bottle of yak

Twist one up and just vibe, nigga

Zone out with me

Rolling up a blunt and zone

Thinking 'bout my nigga that's coming home

Behind a wall, spent the last ten summers gone

For an attempt, he hit a nigga with his fuckin' chrome

But he'll be home in a second

He said, "I'm coming home, it's a blessing"

I bought my nigga a Rove and a necklace

Throw him a party, put twenty hoes in a section

We held your son down, I know you respect it

Took your time like a man and didn't fold under questioning

So don't even stress it, I've been in the lab making sure my flow is perfected

But when you come home, you gotta stay free

I got money for your lawyer, so the case beat

He said, "I ain't making that mistake, B, I know behind the walls where them crackers tryna take me"

My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold

You ever been through some real shit?

You niggas never been through no real shit

A nigga came through lettin' the steel whip

Hit the back of my head, but I ain't feel shit

Lately I've been spazzing over little shit

I ain't letting shit slide, I'm tryna kill shit

Don't get it twisted with this record deal shit

I will flip, leave your whole shit filled quick

Where I'm from, we had to ride, we had to deal shit

Young boy shooting Bradley Beal shit

Threw this shit for my soldiers I'm in the field with

I'm applying the pressure you gotta deal with

That's why I ride around with a steel fifth

I pop a nigga, hit his kill switch

How come I got a bag, but I don't feel rich

I need some more weed to twist, shit

My heart froze, the streets left my heart cold