Heart on My Sleeve
ix feet deep, I've been under the water
Go and tell your top five I'm going harder
The one thing that I would never fuck with is karma
If it's war, I got a trunk full of armor
I'm the illest, I feel like I might kill 'em in any minute
So I'm spitting out venom at anyone who wanna get it
Definition of realism, If I say it then I live it
Man, I've been in the system since I was little sipping guinness
I'm a certified rockstar, I'm authentic
R.I.P. John Lennon, he gave me guitar lessons
I'm in Greece eating bak-la-va all winter
In the streets with the Ras-ta, who want get it
I don't get blinded by the fame and the money
In 2019 I'll be the face of my country
So hate if you a hater, but the hating disgust me
I'm looking down on 'em like "Ey, little buddy"
Self-made, I'm trynna change for the better
Y'all too busy worried 'bout a name on your sweater
Boy, I came with my gang and we spraying berettas
Y'all aim for the legs, and we aim for the neck-off
You versus us ain't a good idea
I see you got your style at the hood IKEA
If you're looking for the truth you can look right here
'Cause we the shit now and we ain't about to go nowhere
When it's beef then my team on the front line
And they willing and ready to squeeze when it's crunch time
Where I'm from you get punched over punchlines
I fall asleep to the sound of a gun fire
Raise a toast, the occasion is special
Suit and tie on, but I came from the ghetto
Hear the kick, then the snare, then the bass, then the treble
I used to smoke weed, now I blaze
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve
Please name a rapper that actually want beef
Boy, I'm a pitbull and y'all too small teeth
So watch what you say cause I'm on a small leash
I'ma pull it out and shoot, I got it in arms reach
Catch a shot to the chest, I'm stoppin' your heart beat
Man, this shit to you a hobby, I'm at it like all week
I'm way bigger than you, go get him a car seat
Man, my price too high and all of your talk cheap
I'm an asshole and they tell me life a gamble
I bet it all with my cash low
Bitch, I've been in this game since Hasbro
I'm on fire taking shots of tabasco
I ain't never gonna give up, from get it I get you lit up
While you're lying, we gorillas, you looking like little Simbas
I'm doing half crunches and cardio with my chin ups
I've been eating these rappers and dipping that shit in ketchup
Y'all goofs and the proofs in the pudding
This shit's so hard, I'm in the booth with the Woody
I said it then I met it then these dudes couldn't stood it
All my crews wearing camos from the shoes to the hoodie
But it's risk too much too much to lose it all over nothing
Went from fists in cuffs, now I'm not with the fuck shit
They tough online but it's not that in public
It's Stompdown Killaz and it's not for discussion
So I sit back chilling tryna analyze life
For the life of my team I would sacrifice mine
Real shit, I got 'em looking at me funny
Cause I did it for my family and it wasn't for the money
So I push it to the limit, I can feel it in my stomach
I don't do it cause I can
Man, I do it cause I love it
I'm going out with a bang now
Fuck it, I'm worried 'bout a culture
You worried.
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve
Go and tell your top five I'm going harder
The one thing that I would never fuck with is karma
If it's war, I got a trunk full of armor
I'm the illest, I feel like I might kill 'em in any minute
So I'm spitting out venom at anyone who wanna get it
Definition of realism, If I say it then I live it
Man, I've been in the system since I was little sipping guinness
I'm a certified rockstar, I'm authentic
R.I.P. John Lennon, he gave me guitar lessons
I'm in Greece eating bak-la-va all winter
In the streets with the Ras-ta, who want get it
I don't get blinded by the fame and the money
In 2019 I'll be the face of my country
So hate if you a hater, but the hating disgust me
I'm looking down on 'em like "Ey, little buddy"
Self-made, I'm trynna change for the better
Y'all too busy worried 'bout a name on your sweater
Boy, I came with my gang and we spraying berettas
Y'all aim for the legs, and we aim for the neck-off
You versus us ain't a good idea
I see you got your style at the hood IKEA
If you're looking for the truth you can look right here
'Cause we the shit now and we ain't about to go nowhere
When it's beef then my team on the front line
And they willing and ready to squeeze when it's crunch time
Where I'm from you get punched over punchlines
I fall asleep to the sound of a gun fire
Raise a toast, the occasion is special
Suit and tie on, but I came from the ghetto
Hear the kick, then the snare, then the bass, then the treble
I used to smoke weed, now I blaze
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve
Please name a rapper that actually want beef
Boy, I'm a pitbull and y'all too small teeth
So watch what you say cause I'm on a small leash
I'ma pull it out and shoot, I got it in arms reach
Catch a shot to the chest, I'm stoppin' your heart beat
Man, this shit to you a hobby, I'm at it like all week
I'm way bigger than you, go get him a car seat
Man, my price too high and all of your talk cheap
I'm an asshole and they tell me life a gamble
I bet it all with my cash low
Bitch, I've been in this game since Hasbro
I'm on fire taking shots of tabasco
I ain't never gonna give up, from get it I get you lit up
While you're lying, we gorillas, you looking like little Simbas
I'm doing half crunches and cardio with my chin ups
I've been eating these rappers and dipping that shit in ketchup
Y'all goofs and the proofs in the pudding
This shit's so hard, I'm in the booth with the Woody
I said it then I met it then these dudes couldn't stood it
All my crews wearing camos from the shoes to the hoodie
But it's risk too much too much to lose it all over nothing
Went from fists in cuffs, now I'm not with the fuck shit
They tough online but it's not that in public
It's Stompdown Killaz and it's not for discussion
So I sit back chilling tryna analyze life
For the life of my team I would sacrifice mine
Real shit, I got 'em looking at me funny
Cause I did it for my family and it wasn't for the money
So I push it to the limit, I can feel it in my stomach
I don't do it cause I can
Man, I do it cause I love it
I'm going out with a bang now
Fuck it, I'm worried 'bout a culture
You worried.
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me, I'ma do me
Put my life on the line, I'ma ride for my team
Been through the ups and the downs
I'm still in these streets
Keep my ears to the ground
And my heart on my sleeve, my heart on my sleeve
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Stevenson, Craig Lanciani
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