Purple Hearted
Talk to me please don't tell me no more lies
My niggas been dying can you see the pain in my eyes
Real eyes recognize real
I'm ready to kill for them niggas that's go ride for me I'll slide if you will
Do you feel me open yo heart and feel the real me
Them babies gotta eat for them imma go make a killing
If you bounce back from a L fuck the haters king you winning
Make sure you stay on the mission
With toolies my niggas drilling
We go hop out
I stay around some niggas that's go rock out
The good die young I tell my niggas walk with glocks out
Yo niggas not solid it's getting hot and they ain't pop out
My niggas so solid they wet you up and bring the mop out
The muzzle a broom stick sweep the block up when we use it
Ain't no hoes inside the gang because you bitches always choosing
Better move it the snakes saving a rat and I can prove it
Pray my daddy beat this case but if he lose it imma lose it
Sleep with rugers nobody told you baby sis a shooter
Better listen to the music I don't fuck around with rumors
Imma ball after I fall my pockets swelling up like tumors
Took a minute tryna get it I guess we was late bloomers
Spin the block and shoot it again like we just filmed a bunch of bloopers
We done came a long way from eating lunchables and noodles
We still tryna numb the pain this ex go dilate his pupils
I swear the game ain't never change you either sell the drugs or use it
We playing defense
I lost a couple niggas in the deep end
They'll ride the wave with you but won't reach out when you sinking
Wanted angels it's a blessing though I ride around with demons
OG gave it fifty years thats two hunnid fucking seasons
Tell my momma no more tears it's not the way we do our grieving
From the city where it's gritty blood stains in yo cement
8 bodies in a day and we ain't even hit the weekend
Niggas tweaking heart on my sleeve and it's bleeding
A hunnid Years it's fuck twelve and we mean it
Bitch the the fam hungry ion do it for no reason
The pack in tap in we got the trees in
Bless up finesse us won't leave you breathing
Next up y'all dick biting y'all must be teething
Mike up I get to teaching you niggas reaching
Bite us you niggas suck you niggas leeching
The fake fucked we see through all scheming
My niggas been dying can you see the pain in my eyes
Real eyes recognize real
I'm ready to kill for them niggas that's go ride for me I'll slide if you will
Do you feel me open yo heart and feel the real me
Them babies gotta eat for them imma go make a killing
If you bounce back from a L fuck the haters king you winning
Make sure you stay on the mission
With toolies my niggas drilling
We go hop out
I stay around some niggas that's go rock out
The good die young I tell my niggas walk with glocks out
Yo niggas not solid it's getting hot and they ain't pop out
My niggas so solid they wet you up and bring the mop out
The muzzle a broom stick sweep the block up when we use it
Ain't no hoes inside the gang because you bitches always choosing
Better move it the snakes saving a rat and I can prove it
Pray my daddy beat this case but if he lose it imma lose it
Sleep with rugers nobody told you baby sis a shooter
Better listen to the music I don't fuck around with rumors
Imma ball after I fall my pockets swelling up like tumors
Took a minute tryna get it I guess we was late bloomers
Spin the block and shoot it again like we just filmed a bunch of bloopers
We done came a long way from eating lunchables and noodles
We still tryna numb the pain this ex go dilate his pupils
I swear the game ain't never change you either sell the drugs or use it
We playing defense
I lost a couple niggas in the deep end
They'll ride the wave with you but won't reach out when you sinking
Wanted angels it's a blessing though I ride around with demons
OG gave it fifty years thats two hunnid fucking seasons
Tell my momma no more tears it's not the way we do our grieving
From the city where it's gritty blood stains in yo cement
8 bodies in a day and we ain't even hit the weekend
Niggas tweaking heart on my sleeve and it's bleeding
A hunnid Years it's fuck twelve and we mean it
Bitch the the fam hungry ion do it for no reason
The pack in tap in we got the trees in
Bless up finesse us won't leave you breathing
Next up y'all dick biting y'all must be teething
Mike up I get to teaching you niggas reaching
Bite us you niggas suck you niggas leeching
The fake fucked we see through all scheming
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Writer(s): Tyjuan Jackson
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