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lirik lagu cold hearted world 2 – marnz malone

[verse 1]
look
bro, i used to beg my mum for shoes, now i got every colour forces
god planned this for me, i don’t force it
trench foot for real, i still step with the enforcements
seen n*ggas bite their hand ’cause they weren’t happy with their portions
i need a crib somewhere where it’s gorgeous
and even then bro, i’m staying cautious
can’t let them in the fortress
’cause the voice in my head said
‘he thinks i’m a rapper, hе don’t know that if he runs up then i’ll put on a performancе
and bro will vouch he saw me wash my knife off in a basin
i’m many things but i ain’t complacent
mum washed our clothes in the tub that we would bathe in
we really put belt to ass for any misbehavin’
you ain’t, you ain’t slapped it broad day and had to pick up casings
’cause if they nick you for it, you won’t come home ’til you’re ancient
but when i lose my patience, i turn them into patients
was home and away, i did it bait in front the neighbours
i grew in the zoo, they got minnie in an a*cat
the money from my tape went to n*ggas that have taped that
straight facts, from way back when lighthouse was where we used to base at
i knew i’d find a needle in the haystack
you know i don’t play that, i just play the hand that i was dealt
take the m out of malone, they left me here all by myself
they gave my n*gga life and i still think about him
i sleep better knowing that i help when*
*ever i can help and when
villa sold grealish, i was trialling for a burner charge
we stick together then we’ll make it further, dawg
furthermore, we’re all going prison if they turn this car
she think that i’m sweet, she don’t know we live a world apart
i curl my fingers into ‘gs’ and i feel patriotic
before they paid us money, n*ggas really paid us homage
i went to prison year 8, i never made it college
sundays it was pigeon and potatoes with some gravy on it
prayin’ on it
’cause i made a promise, tryna honour it
forgive me granny, i’m still learning how to build my tolerance
if they grab me with this stick then you don’t know the origins
he was talkin’ gangsta ’til they peeled him like some oranges
heard a big bang, howard wolowitz
he weren’t on his block so we brang it where his mother lives
where i’m from, they’ll offer you a pack before a scholarship
i felt when durk said ‘i claim my sister and my brother’s kids’
i love the smiles on all their faces when i got ’em gifts
might not know a lot of things
but i know i got my sis
i put on for the trenches, i’m a communist
they’d rather choose clout over clarity then ask me what the problem is
you know how many loses i took ’cause of this?
i’m smiling in pictures, they didn’t know i had to crop the pic
when no one else believe, i stayed an optimist
look how my life’s transforming like optimus
just trying make it home like cleon on ‘the warriors’
[outro]
it’s a cold hearted world you know?
ain’t no warmth out here, my n*gga, man
closest thing you get to that is your burner, blud, you hear me?
thinkin’ people make it out like we f*cking glamourise
you hear me, bro?
giving them the straightest drop, bro
like, what the f*ck sounds fun about what man’s rapping, bro?

- marnz malone

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