Cold Hearted III
Meek Mill Lyrics


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Uh, yeah

I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
Fifty mill' in my account, had to strategize
And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
War with us, we test them guys
Street sweep, we gon' dust them guys
Gotta watch 'em close
Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
My niggas said, "They cool", I'm like, "No, fuck that side"
It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you switch, you gon' die
'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
I never thought it would come down to this
Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
And if nobody gon' slide
I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
It's no bap, mmm
I know what I gotta do
Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
And they could've cuff my niggas, but they was dyin' too
I keep my Glock, one in the head
Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides




Yeah, mmm
Jealousy, envy, self hate

Overall Meaning

In Meek Mill's song "Cold Hearted III," the lyrics delve into themes of survival, loyalty, and the dark realities of a life surrounded by violence and betrayal. The opening lines suggest that the singer has been exposed to a world of gangsterism from a very young age, perhaps due to the loss of their father. They mention their financial success and the constant need for strategic thinking to navigate their circumstances.


The lyrics also touch on the inner conflict the singer faces between their actions and finding justification for them. They acknowledge their past sins but also reflect on their gratification, indicating that their choices and lifestyle have been somehow justified in their mind. The lyrics further emphasize the singer's relentless pursuit of success, expressing dissatisfaction with their achievements and hinting at a constant hunger for more.


As the song progresses, Meek Mill speaks on the effects of wealth and fame on relationships, warning about the dangers of allowing money to come between true connections. The lyrics suggest a growing isolation from those who were once close. The singer acknowledges their status as a street figure and their unwavering dedication to their "mob," revealing a sense of deep loyalty and the consequences that await anyone who dares to betray or switch sides.


Line by Line Meaning

I been a gangster since like five since my daddy died
I have been involved in the gangster lifestyle since a young age, following my father's passing.


Fifty mill' in my account, had to strategize
Having fifty million dollars in my account, I had to plan and make strategic decisions.


And when I got it out the mud, I wasn't satisfied
Despite achieving success and wealth through hard work, I still felt unsatisfied.


And Lord knows that I was sinnin', but I got gratified
Although I acknowledge my sinful actions, they brought me a sense of fulfillment.


So that shit got justified, every time we touch them pies
Every time we engage in illegal activities to obtain money, we find justification for our actions.


War with us, we test them guys
If anyone dares to challenge us, we will confront and evaluate their abilities.


Street sweep, we gon' dust them guys
We will eliminate and defeat our enemies with precision and efficiency.


Gotta watch 'em close
We need to closely monitor those around us.


Some niggas snakes, don't trust them guys
There are individuals who are untrustworthy and deceitful, so we must be cautious.


My niggas said, 'They cool', I'm like, 'No, fuck that side'
Although my friends may believe these individuals are trustworthy, I refuse to associate with them.


It's only the mob, rep that shit like it's God
I am devoted to the lifestyle of my criminal organization, treating it with reverence and loyalty.


You sign up for this shit, if you switch, you gon' die
If you willingly enter this dangerous lifestyle but then betray us, you will face severe consequences.


'Cause I remember all them nights in my cell, I had a mill' to my name
I recollect the numerous nights spent in prison when I had only a million dollars to my name.


Bills a hundred grand a month, you ain't hear me complain
Despite having to pay monthly expenses of one hundred thousand dollars, I do not complain.


I'm a G, I take my scars and I wear 'em in pain
As a gangster, I embrace the physical and emotional scars I have acquired throughout my life.


You a flea, I cut you off if you chase the fame
If you are a superficial individual seeking fame and attention, I will disassociate myself from you.


You let this money come between us, I ain't barely seen ya
Our friendship has suffered because you allowed money to create distance between us.


And when you come around, I spin you like a ballerina
When you try to reconnect with me, I swiftly reject and dismiss you.


Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
I started distancing myself because the situation became risky and intense, similar to the heat of a jalapeño pepper.


And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't mean to
I find myself instinctively holding onto my firearm, even though I do not intentionally intend to do so.


Niggas fake, I don't trust 'em, I wan' dust 'em
I do not trust fake individuals, and I desire to eliminate them.


I peep they been on some shit, I think it's time to flush 'em
I have noticed their suspicious behavior, and I believe it is necessary to remove them completely.


Slide back to back G-Wagons, movin' like the Russians
We move in a coordinated and strategic manner, cruising in multiple Mercedes G-Wagons, reminiscent of how Russian forces operate.


I'm the only thing that's poppin', of course they gon' discuss 'em, woah
As the most prominent figure in this lifestyle, it is inevitable that people will talk and gossip about me.


I never thought it would come down to this
I did not anticipate that it would all escalate to this point.


Ridin' bulletproofs and hundred rounds and shit
I find myself constantly traveling in armored vehicles and carrying many rounds of ammunition for protection.


Millions off of rappin', I done found some shit
I have achieved financial success from my career in rapping, discovering opportunities along the way.


Deep off in the water, tryna drown some shit
Immersed in a dangerous and risky situation, attempting to overcome and eradicate it.


I don't know where I'm goin', I just know I'ma win
Although uncertain about my future, I have unwavering confidence in my ability to succeed.


And if I pray on my opps, Lord know I'ma sin
If I seek harm upon my adversaries through prayer, I am aware that it is a sinful act.


Lord know I'ma sin, yeah
I acknowledge that I will engage in sinful actions, regardless of divine judgment.


And if I go to the hood, they gon' force me to kill
If I visit the dangerous neighborhood, the circumstances will inevitably push me towards committing acts of violence.


And if nobody gon' slide
If no one is willing to take revenge or retaliate on my behalf,


I'ma load up and drill, that's no bap
I will prepare myself with firearms and proceed to carry out acts of violence without hesitation.


It's no bap, mmm
There is no falsehood or exaggeration in my statements.


I know what I gotta do
I am fully aware of the actions I need to take.


Hov told me 'bout this type of shit on volume two
Jay-Z, also known as Hov, provided guidance and advice regarding these situations on his album 'Volume 2'.


Yeah, it was a hard knock life, but we was mobbin' through
Although we experienced a challenging and difficult life, we persevered and embraced the criminal lifestyle.


And they could've cuff my niggas, but they was dyin' too
Law enforcement could have arrested my associates, but they also faced the possibility of death.


I keep my Glock, one in the head
I always carry my Glock firearm, ensuring that there is a bullet chambered and ready to be fired.


Got me layin' with this shit with my son in the bed
The dangerous nature of my lifestyle forces me to have my firearm close by, even when I am with my son in bed.


And I won't go to sleep 'til every one of 'em dead
I refuse to rest until I have eliminated and ensured the death of each one of my adversaries.


It's crazy this the type of shit that go to my head
This mindset and lifestyle have deeply affected and consumed my thoughts and actions.


I'm hangin' 'round with billionaires
I am now surrounding myself with extremely wealthy individuals.


But every time that I pop out, a bunch of killers there
Whenever I appear or make an appearance, I am accompanied by a group of individuals with a history of violence.


Yeah, it's just money, ain't no feelings here
In this world, money is prioritized over emotional connections or attachment.


You wrap the rope and I'm gon' push the chair, yeah, ooh
If you prepare the means to end your own life, I will assist by pushing the chair, demonstrating the disregard for human life.


So many lost lives 'cause niggas couldn't see the envy comin' from all sides
Numerous lives have been lost because individuals failed to recognize the jealousy and malice directed towards them from various sources.


You let them niggas talk to you 'bout me and you crossed sides
You allowed those individuals to influence your perception of me, causing you to choose their side over mine.


And when they swing them choppers, I just hope you ain't offsides
When they employ their firearms, I can only hope that you are not caught in the crossfire due to your betrayal.


Jealousy, envy, self hate
The emotions of jealousy, envy, and self-hatred are prevalent and contribute to the toxic atmosphere within this lifestyle.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Austin Schindler, Bkorn, Hunter Powell, Robert Williams

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Petty RJ

I was in high school when Cold Hearted II dropped and the pain and hustle got me through and now here we are at Cold Hearted III 💎

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I was in high school when Cold Hearted I dropped LOL

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