Black Heart
Life gets hard some times I know dat
So I keep ma heart blacked out like Kodak
Keep a Couple of a 11s by side
We grip and den we ride
We thuggin thru these nights
Yeah im rolling with da guys
Scratch dat these ma brothers
Mess wit one of mine we'll leave you'll 6 feet under
You don't wanna hear it clap
Like thunder
Yeah we tryna get these figures
Yeah im tryna grow these numbers
All dem niggas chat
Yeah they stunters
Yeah uno imma come thru wit a bang this summer
Ima get a rack
Then a 100 more
Finna roll up
Buy da whole damn store
Finna roll up
Wit ma niggas
Yeah ma drillers
Niggas know da on da block yeah we dem hitters
Tryna grow dem racks boss up and get em bigger
Tryna get balance wit a gazaliion figures
Man there's a hole in ma chest
I don't know how to fill dat
So I write songs hoping
Hoping something will heal that
Facing the truth is the shit
I can't deal with
Streets are mess so my hands where the steal is
There's no point there's no goal
Do not no
Where to go
Deepest dark thoughts written down on my phone
Turned em into bangers
So I can evolve
When I'm in this mode
I am not in control
But now I know
Where I wanna go
Yeah I Just Wanna grow
Might fly
Out to Monaco
Or bali
Dubai
Just go somewhere I ain't been before
South Asia maybe like sinapore
Nah cally ain't seen this typa tree before
Yeah i Heard LA got best sneaker stores
Yeah it's tru
I'm always wit ma crew
Cah I don't trust much
Cah of the stuff I been thru
So if I'm not with them
Then Just no I'm on my ones
Chillin with ma thoughts
Man uno that ain't da one
So i
Speak my heart
All up on these beats
Uno this music
Just be ma Remedy
I don't beef my demons
They ma frenemies
Cah you Gotta have both sides
When you on da streets
Yh I no pain so I gotta keep it tuff now
Yh I cool my self wit ma chain yh it's buss down
Keep ma heart cold like my neck that's
Enough now
Man I'm tryna win in life score da goal get a touch Down
Yeah you just gotta aim
And go for what yu want
I'm just tryna blow and get these millions
Life gets hard some times I know dat
So I keep ma heart blacked out like Kodak
Keep a Couple of a 11s by side
We grip and den we ride
We thuggin thru these nights
Yeah im rolling wit da guys
Scratch dat these ma brothers
Mess wit one of mine we'll leave you'll 6 feet under
You don't wanna hear it clap
Like thunder
Yeah we tryna get these figures
Yeah im tryna grow these numbers
All dem niggas chat
Yeah they stunters
Yeah uno imma come thru wit a bang this summer
Ima get a rack
Then a 100 more
Finna roll up
Buy da whole damn store
