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Uh I call it heart music No, not H-A-R-D, H-E-A-R-T Heartfelt shit, you know? Yeah, um You know, we go through painful shit with painkillers 'cause we soldiers ourselves I'm just standin' up on my head Thinkin, "Should I pop this Perc?" "No, it might kill me" If you got PTSD, you feel me Dead or in jail, you will be What the cop told to the little me Fast-forward time, not literally If I go on tour, I'll make a mill' at least Ma didn't have much, we didn't really eat Therefore, I was always in the streets You didn't hear enemies with no tweets That's 'cause it was some real beef E'ryday a shootout for four weeks Four thirty clips, we four deep Can't hug the block 'cause we ride with Glocks So you already know this is real beef Yeah, since I got rich all these people in my life depend on me So you know I gotta smoke weed Quit gangbangin', got more cheese Letras de cancionesI don't know buddy, he know me And you know we shinin' Everybody with me got a Rolly (Uh) Nigga rich, you know he smashin' (Uh) Security freak like roadie And I miss my brodie (Uh) Slap stickin' my forty (Uh) Still exotic smokin' (Uh) Got something that I owed him (Uh) Spit hood bibles For niggas that get bumped, sons go pick it up That's the hood cycle (Uh) So I'm tryna go flyin', ain't got no opps I don't want no lil' rivals That's the hood cycle When you ain't got no money Everybody in the hood like you When you start makin' some money Everybody in the hood get excited, too But ain't nobody did nothin' for you Now they lookin' like, "Damn, who invited you?" When you can't give 'em nothin' That's when they start to feel somethin' (Uh-uh) Gimme some space, I don't trust nobody Gon' make me kill somethin' And they all love me Deep at shows when I was this broke nigga I ain't seen all of you Not a call from you Moved out grandma crib Right out front used to get in shootouts I was just a kid Shoulda got some money, bought you a house And now you dead, I regret all the time I spent without I was deep in the streets Jack that kid, tryna ball, who out? Foolish things I did Sorry for how I lived My mama lost without you, she ain't gotta tell me I look in her eyes and see it Walkin' in my house, my eyes was red Demons talkin' inside my head Glock was out of lead (Uh) So evidently I had to spread When God got me out of bed (Uh) Let me hop out right on my leg Oh, I know what you sayin' You must want me to go chase some bread Nigga, talkin' 'bout what you hear I thought you was the man (Was) Sayin' that ho gave you some head (Blood) Where all that shit in my bed? (Cuz) I'm just tryin' to come in the house and fuck I don't wanna come in no house and fuss Girl, why you gotta get loud and cuss? Gon' head, pull that blouse all up Let me get it from the back or somethin' Fuck it, gonna put you on the couch, now what? (What?) I done fell in love (Uh) For the month Now we in the club All these diamonds on She got a fat ass, climbin' the pole She lookin' like a muh' Just to walk up in this bitch that gave me some rolls Why don't I throw some money? You gettin' ones back up off the floor Charlamagne, you fuckin' donkey White teacher at school caught me as a flunkie 'Cause I was a fuckin' junkie And I admit it, coulda wrecked the whip I fell asleep, I'm lucky Had I listened to him 'Coulda fell a victim to the streets, I'm lucky Now I ride past in a Bent like, "You fuckin' honky" From Letras Mania