Heart on the Line
I'm so extra this ain't ya standard issue
No artificial put yo whole team against you
Better act civil if you don't want them missiles
Coming at ya head leaving holes looking just like a wiffle
Don't make me take them bricks run up in yo igloo
Burn it down to pieces make it sacrificial
You niggas ain't bout it, yall ain't bout it bout it
Betting against me ain't too beneficial
How you want it dog, the pump or the nickel
For that Bread them holes bigger than some pumpernickels
Try and play for what's mine you gon end up crippled
Have you pussies see the light, like them boys from Whipple
Do this all for respect this shit plain and simple
Niggas do this for a check without any credentials
Back and forth like a ref but never official
Please lord help em out with a sign or a symbol
How much more should I dumb it down
This that chill flow on the couch rockin the crown
Put me in the speakers, whole crowd finna frown out of joy
They know there's a new sheriff in town
I'm the boy, I'm the man, I'm the God here to destroy
Any rapper in my way in or out of Illinois
I'm so Filthy on the beat
What you know bout this poise
Barry Bonds in the streets, whole demeanor is on roids
Ask ya bitch about the sheets, she gon tell you hella stories
While you was off the shits I was in that territory
Gave her whole lot of dick and I wasn't even horny
But since she was yo bitch I had to make it mandatory
Man I do this
Ashanti ass niggas quit actin foolish
Singing on the mic like that auto tune finna do it
Yall ain't keeping up with me that's a fact that's already proven
This rap shit I'm hella fluent that's hundred not an illusion
Im a true artist can't fuck with you fu artist, I'm too Artic
Flow have em fiending like narcotic, like new logic
Anybody want these rhymes, they better deposit
Bet you'll make it back in no time and make a mean profit
I'm hella dope and provide hella smoke
They shooters behind computers
My shooters behind a telescope
Im a mellow nigga so don't try to blow my medical
If you do the only attention you get is medical
Where I'm from, all this beef could turn you to a vegetable
So dont step out of line when speaking to the general
I️ could smell the fear in the air it's hella detectable
These bullets love to fuck niggas, they homosexuals
Disrespect your whole pride if you don't put it aside
You pussy in a disguise never was one of the guys
I do this all for my niggas this shit is never a lie
Fuck a eye on the prize
I put my heart on the line
No artificial put yo whole team against you
Better act civil if you don't want them missiles
Coming at ya head leaving holes looking just like a wiffle
Don't make me take them bricks run up in yo igloo
Burn it down to pieces make it sacrificial
You niggas ain't bout it, yall ain't bout it bout it
Betting against me ain't too beneficial
How you want it dog, the pump or the nickel
For that Bread them holes bigger than some pumpernickels
Try and play for what's mine you gon end up crippled
Have you pussies see the light, like them boys from Whipple
Do this all for respect this shit plain and simple
Niggas do this for a check without any credentials
Back and forth like a ref but never official
Please lord help em out with a sign or a symbol
How much more should I dumb it down
This that chill flow on the couch rockin the crown
Put me in the speakers, whole crowd finna frown out of joy
They know there's a new sheriff in town
I'm the boy, I'm the man, I'm the God here to destroy
Any rapper in my way in or out of Illinois
I'm so Filthy on the beat
What you know bout this poise
Barry Bonds in the streets, whole demeanor is on roids
Ask ya bitch about the sheets, she gon tell you hella stories
While you was off the shits I was in that territory
Gave her whole lot of dick and I wasn't even horny
But since she was yo bitch I had to make it mandatory
Man I do this
Ashanti ass niggas quit actin foolish
Singing on the mic like that auto tune finna do it
Yall ain't keeping up with me that's a fact that's already proven
This rap shit I'm hella fluent that's hundred not an illusion
Im a true artist can't fuck with you fu artist, I'm too Artic
Flow have em fiending like narcotic, like new logic
Anybody want these rhymes, they better deposit
Bet you'll make it back in no time and make a mean profit
I'm hella dope and provide hella smoke
They shooters behind computers
My shooters behind a telescope
Im a mellow nigga so don't try to blow my medical
If you do the only attention you get is medical
Where I'm from, all this beef could turn you to a vegetable
So dont step out of line when speaking to the general
I️ could smell the fear in the air it's hella detectable
These bullets love to fuck niggas, they homosexuals
Disrespect your whole pride if you don't put it aside
You pussy in a disguise never was one of the guys
I do this all for my niggas this shit is never a lie
Fuck a eye on the prize
I put my heart on the line
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Writer(s): Carlos Luciano
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