cold heart (7:30 a.m)

Singer: chris travis

i'mma die a legend nigga

cold heart

no feelings for a women i'm just

coming up from nothing

tryna' become something

like a king in my dreams

i'm the man that it seems

but it seems like damn

i'm just doing what i can

dropping freestyles for my fans

just to say that i'm the man

but i'm still spitting real

i call up with the glam

friends don't keep it real

i'm just tryna' build a brand

but when money come in

everybody helping hands

head up in the sky

dark blood on my hands

man i do this rap shit

that's what ya'll don't understand

and it's deeper than a lyric

i'm just something they can't withstand

bad women want my heart

i just put 'em in a trance

tell 'em shoot up in they head

now she tryna' have my kids

but the shit ain't what it is

i'm not ready for this here

my vision is crystal clear

i'm just looking out my rear

for a fake or a queer

we po'up

that's a cheer

and i ain't talking 'bout no beer

you can't have some of this syrup

lost line and boy you looking like a lost deer

my cousin told me

go kill

mothafuck a record deal

ain't nobody out shining

i'm the best

that's how i feel

these niggas faking

niggas steady hating

i'm just tryna' be what my pretty momma made me

friends turn foes

man these niggas out-dated

suffer from the pain

reason why i stay faded

Lyric Context: cold heart (7:30 a.m) - chris travis