Heart So Cold
21 Savage Lyrics
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My heart so cold
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I′m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I'm poppin′ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain′t shit
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
My heart so cold, I′m sticking to the code
Fake niggas bend, real niggas don't fold
I'm tricking J′s daily, selling sheetrock for blow
In my younger days nigga I was robbing stores
Still got it for the low
Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope
When you at the bottom seem like you ain′t got hope
And when you got kids nigga anything will go
Green dots at funerals, they got my head fucked up
Can't die, just these percocets, they got my chest fucked up
Pussy niggas shot me six times, my luck fucked up
Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I′m
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I'm on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I′m poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle ′cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain′t shit
And man this money ain't shit, these cars ain′t shit
These clothes ain't shit, you know these hoes ain′t shit
Fast paper had me dropping out of school
Violating laws, breaking all the rules
Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools
Hanging 'round hustlers, robbers, and fools
Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle
Praying for an angel, protection from danger
Cause I done seen plenty niggas died that had a banger
And I done seen them niggas′ partner ride out of anger
And never came back, about them greenbacks
Now have you seen that? These are obscene facts
And just because we paid, the stress don't decay
Still thinking 'bout them losses, winning never made ′em fade
With Gs being dead and [?] on my mental
It hurt so bad that I can′t do the shit I didn't do
To keep my niggas here with me, I swear that shit be killing me
I hope you niggas feelin′ me 'cause I know that you hearing me
And just because we smile and play
That don′t mean that everything is going ok, no
Man just because we smile and play
That don't mean that everything is going ok
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I′m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I'm poppin' pain pills, got my heart moving slow
All I know is hustle ′cause I hate being broke
And man this money ain′t shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
And man this money ain′t shit, these cars ain't shit
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
In "Heart So Cold," 21 Savage expresses his perspective on life. He mentions the hardships that he faced, having grown up in poverty and dealing with the effects of drugs and violence. He highlights the importance of hustling and hard work, but also acknowledges the lack of substance in material possessions, such as money, cars, clothes, and women. Despite having achieved success through his music career, he remains conscious of the fact that life is unpredictable and can bring about loss and pain at any moment. Throughout the song, 21 Savage's lyrics convey a sense of detachment and self-preservation, while also reflecting on the harsh realities of life.
The lyrics of "Heart So Cold" have garnered attention for their introspective and raw nature. The song has been praised for its honesty, with many listeners relating to 21 Savage's experiences. He delivers his lyrics with a signature cold and monotone style, further emphasizing his emotionless perspective. The track also incorporates elements of trap music, with a heavy bassline and ominous synths, adding to the song's eerie and introspective mood.
Line by Line Meaning
So cold
I am emotionally cold and distant
My heart so cold
My emotions are frozen and distant
My heart so cold, I can never fold
I am emotionally detached and can never back down
I′m on the paper chase man, fuck these hoes
I am working hard to make money and do not care about women
I'm poppin′ pain pills, got my heart moving slow
I am taking pain pills which causes my heart to beat slowly
All I know is hustle 'cause I hate being broke
I work hard to make money because I hate being poor
And man this money ain′t shit, these cars ain't shit
Money and cars do not bring true fulfillment
These clothes ain′t shit, you know these hoes ain't shit
Clothes and women do not bring true fulfillment
My heart so cold, I′m sticking to the code
I am following a strict moral code despite my emotional detachment
Fake niggas bend, real niggas don't fold
Fake people are easily swayed, while real ones remain steadfast
I'm tricking J′s daily, selling sheetrock for blow
I am selling cocaine and using the money to buy Jordan sneakers
In my younger days nigga I was robbing stores
When I was younger, I used to commit robberies
Still got it for the low
I still have drugs available for a low price
Judge give you the book, hang your ass without a rope
The judge will sentence you to a lengthy jail term
When you at the bottom seem like you ain′t got hope
When you are at your lowest, it seems like there is no hope
And when you got kids nigga anything will go
When you have children, you will do anything to provide for them
Green dots at funerals, they got my head fucked up
Money being thrown at funerals confuses and upsets me
Can't die, just these percocets, they got my chest fucked up
I am addicted to percocets and they are harming my health
Pussy niggas shot me six times, my luck fucked up
I was shot six times, revealing my bad luck
Hundred band lick pussy nigga, now I'm
I have gained fame and fortune despite my hardships
Fast paper had me dropping out of school
I left school in pursuit of fast money
Violating laws, breaking all the rules
I break the law and do not follow societal norms
Smoking marijuana, riding with them tools
I smoke marijuana and carry weapons
Hanging 'round hustlers, robbers, and fools
I surround myself with criminals and foolish people
Hand to hand with strangers, watching from an angle
I make drug deals with strangers while watching from a distance
Praying for an angel, protection from danger
I hope for divine protection from harm
Cause I done seen plenty niggas died that had a banger
I have witnessed many deaths of people who carried guns
And I done seen them niggas′ partner ride out of anger
I have seen friends turn on each other in a fit of rage
And never came back, about them greenbacks
They left and never returned due to a disagreement over money
Now have you seen that? These are obscene facts
These are harsh realities that are difficult to accept
And just because we paid, the stress don't decay
Money does not relieve stress or anxiety
Still thinking 'bout them losses, winning never made 'em fade
I still think about my past losses, and winning cannot erase them
With Gs being dead and [?] on my mental
My mind is consumed with the death of my gangster friends
It hurt so bad that I can't do the shit I didn't do
I regret not doing more to prevent their deaths
To keep my niggas here with me, I swear that shit be killing me
The loss of my friends weighs heavily on me
I hope you niggas feelin′ me 'cause I know that you hearing me
I hope that you can relate to my struggles and are listening to my message
And just because we smile and play
Just because we appear happy and carefree
That don′t mean that everything is going ok, no
That does not indicate that everything is alright
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