Black Hearts & Dead Roses
Ahh!
Yeah
Uh
All these niggas is phony go ahead move to the side
All my dogs go fetch it never switching the sides
I was born to war now who catching the light?
Ain't catching feelings just dealing with pussy niggas to fight
Exterminating your figure
The realer could kill a filler
Emulating the kiss up to switch up
Niggas thinking is cool
When you really you fed up
Thinking they moving fast
But couldn't really catch up to me
Niggas just fiend to put the plotting on me
Faking their favorite hobby
Rapping nobody nodding
Call the Illuminati
Snatch up my soul and body
Dare a nigga to rob me
We going to catch up a homi(cide)
I keep it realer than anyone you would ever know
I'm in the ghetto with levels shit I'm ready to glow
You ain't bold you fold just like a temper goes
Trying to grow but slow that's predictable
Your shorty switching poles
I give her dick to go
You give her lips you gross
You keep it low for sure
You spotting all the fake shoes
But what about your life
You looking kind of painful
Why you go and lie?
Talking she in love nigga you is blind
Imagine if u die you think she going to ride?
Niggas be mad got nothing precise
I'm in the back sipping yack enjoying life
Making burning the weed
No heart on a sleeve
I couldn't trust nobody
Shit I'm up in the lobby
You know them cops be wilding
Once you hearing them sirens
I'm trying to get the Benz Bes who is we robbing?
I'm trying to talk these niggas but they don't go copy
I go back to back watch them moving in silence
So once I start on the violence
They be begging stop it
Yea you niggas is sloppy
I don't ever go debate
On the women that I take
And the next day they're on dates
Not with me I don't do plates
That conversate to get your ways
Smoke my blunts they think is laced
On the run up for the cake
And don't ever do mistakes
I need the house but not the chains
I move in route I paint my days
She wet her blouse I look her way
I need the money not the fame
All these niggas getting tight
Looking corny dress a like
Your bitch be horny I just might
Keep it simple take no garbage
Trying to make that bank enlargement
Yeah my dad he did that farming
Now I'm trying to get that card in
So we're speeding up the process
Yeah I heard my Momma calling
Should've picked up just before it
Shit I'm stubborn like a Taurus
R.I.P to Momma
Black Hearts & Dead Roses nigga
Ahh!
Yeah
Uh
All these niggas is phony go ahead move to the side
All my dogs go fetch it never switching the sides
I was born to war now who catching the light?
Ain't catching feelings just dealing with pussy niggas to fight
Exterminating your figure
The realer could kill a filler
Emulating the kiss up to switch up
Niggas thinking is cool
When you really you fed up
Thinking they moving fast
But couldn't really catch up to me
Niggas just fiend to put the plotting on me
Faking their favorite hobby
Rapping nobody nodding
Call the Illuminati
Snatch up my soul and body
Dare a nigga to rob me
We going to catch up a homi(cide)
I keep it realer than anyone you would ever know
I'm in the ghetto with levels shit I'm ready to glow
You ain't bold you fold just like a temper goes
Trying to grow but slow that's predictable
Your shorty switching poles
I give her dick to go
You give her lips you gross
You keep it low for sure
You spotting all the fake shoes
But what about your life
You looking kind of painful
Why you go and lie?
Talking she in love nigga you is blind
Imagine if u die you think she going to ride?
Niggas be mad got nothing precise
I'm in the back sipping yack enjoying life
Making burning the weed
No heart on a sleeve
I couldn't trust nobody
Shit I'm up in the lobby
You know them cops be wilding
Once you hearing them sirens
I'm trying to get the Benz Bes who is we robbing?
I'm trying to talk these niggas but they don't go copy
I go back to back watch them moving in silence
So once I start on the violence
They be begging stop it
Yea you niggas is sloppy
I don't ever go debate
On the women that I take
And the next day they're on dates
Not with me I don't do plates
That conversate to get your ways
Smoke my blunts they think is laced
On the run up for the cake
And don't ever do mistakes
I need the house but not the chains
I move in route I paint my days
She wet her blouse I look her way
I need the money not the fame
All these niggas getting tight
Looking corny dress a like
Your bitch be horny I just might
Keep it simple take no garbage
Trying to make that bank enlargement
Yeah my dad he did that farming
Now I'm trying to get that card in
So we're speeding up the process
Yeah I heard my Momma calling
Should've picked up just before it
Shit I'm stubborn like a Taurus
R.I.P to Momma
Black Hearts & Dead Roses nigga
Ahh!
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