[Intro: Roddy Ricch & Future]
Gave me a cold- (Yeah)
Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart
ATL Jacob
Yeah, yeah-yeah (Yeah)
Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart (Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart)
Yeah, yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Future]
Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart (Being down)
Lost some niggas to the federal, had to move different (Oh yeah)
I was poppin' all these percocets, I was losin' it
Introduced to codeine and I started abusin' it (Oh yeah)
Had to play the game, talkin' lows and highs (Ahh)
I've been goin' through some pain, just look inside my eyes (Ahh)
Even though I'm touchin' dead faces, I don't feel alive (Ahh)
'Cause I want to die, with my dog, with my nigga, die (Oh yeah)
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch & Future]
I'mma pop this seal, nigga, and pop this tablet (Ahh)
Had to find my soul 'cause I tried to chase a bad bitch
Had to move out [?] 'cause my [?] (Oh)
I lost my dog and that shit turned me to a savage (Ohh)
Don' look around for solid niggas, I know there ain't none
We from the same hood, why that nigga hatin' on me
I can't trust, you gotta keep a pistol 'cause I know they [?]
Got a banana clip in it, gotta keep the lid on me (Oh yeah)
'Cause if a nigga try to come for me, the [?]
We'll lay a nigga down, and that's on the dead homie
Had to bless my dogs with Louis Vuitton, 'cause he blick for me
And bless my main bitch with some [?], 'cause she there for me ('Cause she there for me)
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Future]
Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart (Gave me a cold-)
Lost some niggas to the federal, had to move different
I was poppin' all these percocets, I was losin' it (Yeah, yeah)
Introduced to codeine and I started abusin' it (Oh yeah)
Had to play the game, talkin' lows and highs (Lows and highs)
I've been goin' through some pain, just look inside my eyes (Look inside my eyes)
Even though I'm touchin' dead faces, I don't feel alive' (I don't feel alive)
'Cause I want to die, with my dog, with my nigga, die (With my nigga)
[Verse 2: Future]
Only die, with my dog, with my dog, die
Only slide, with my dog, with my dog, slide
Federal [?] but he got mob ties
He gon' spit on the judge before he crosses out
I'm on codeine, pleading [?] guilty
I heard these choppers [?], ain't no killin' me
Three exotic bitches layin' with me for energy (Yeah)
Niggas say where I'm from that's fate, [?] ain't work (Ain't work)
Bought my nigga Maserati, be the murderer (Be the murderer)
And I' wakin' up fresher than detergent
I go rodeo splurgin', I've been codeine surfin'
Almost lost my soul to a bad bitch, but it ain't worth it
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch & Future]
Being down in these trenches gave me a cold heart (Cold)
Lost some niggas to the federal, had to move different (Move)
I was poppin' all these percocets, I was losin' it (I was losin')
Introduced to codeine and I started abusin' it
Had to play the game, talkin' lows and highs (Talkin' lows and highs)
I've been goin' through some pain, just look inside my eyes (Look inside my eyes)
Even though I'm touchin' dead faces, I don't feel alive' (I don't feel alive)
'Cause I want to die, with my dog, with my nigga, die (Dog, nigga die, die)
[Outro: Roddy Ricch & Future]
Gave me a cold heart
I don't feel alive
Die, with my dog, with my dog, die
Only slide, with my dog, with my dog, slide
Codeine surfin'
