Heartless
Gotta pay attention to the rear view And behind you
He can be a snake or an opp right Beside you
Calling you his brother but he always Gon deny you
Find your word in god man i swear That he gon guide you
Member them days when i used to be Nobody
Had to put work in had to become Somebody
Casket don't hold two niggas so fuck Everybody
When i get mad up the choppa Spread his body
Been through the ice from the Bottom to the top for you
Won't trust a soul cuz niggas did me Wrong for you
Waited for your plate so you can Leave but i always knew
Threw me in the dirt with no clothes I thought we was cool
I stepped for you with no umbrella Through the rainy days
Now i lost my brudda in the storm Had to change my ways
Mama please help me i'm tryna let This pain away
Yea we was kids, we was brothers, But it ain't the same
Had to roll up some gas
Had to roll up some gas in the coup
Need to open my mind see some new
You is my brudda there's only a few
I'll spill my heart and i'll tell you the Truth
They said ricch ferb wouldn't make it He ain't shit
I ain even stressing, I just have to Hold my stitch
Won't ever catch me fold man i'm Never gon switch
Fuck a nigga and a hoe cuz i'm flyer Then a bitch
I'm tryna make these songs, i wanna Hear my name
It ain't bout the money but i'm Coming for the fame
My life is a picture so i put it in a Frame
You playing with your life is a Gamble not a game
Gotta pay attention to the rear view And behind you
He can be a snake or an opp right Beside you
Calling you his brother but he always Gon deny you
Find your word in god man i swear That he gon guide you
Member them days when i used to be Nobody
Had to put work in had to become Somebody
Casket don't hold 2 niggas so fuck Everybody
When i get mad up the choppa Spread his body
Been through the ice from the Bottom to the top for you
Won't trust a soul cuz niggas did me Wrong for you
Waited for your plate so you can Leave but i always knew
Threw me in the dirt with no clothes I thought we was cool
He's getting mad cuz them niggas did Him wrong
You taught him how to shoot and How to play along
He can be a snake or an opp right Beside you
Calling you his brother but he always Gon deny you
Find your word in god man i swear That he gon guide you
Member them days when i used to be Nobody
Had to put work in had to become Somebody
Casket don't hold two niggas so fuck Everybody
When i get mad up the choppa Spread his body
Been through the ice from the Bottom to the top for you
Won't trust a soul cuz niggas did me Wrong for you
Waited for your plate so you can Leave but i always knew
Threw me in the dirt with no clothes I thought we was cool
I stepped for you with no umbrella Through the rainy days
Now i lost my brudda in the storm Had to change my ways
Mama please help me i'm tryna let This pain away
Yea we was kids, we was brothers, But it ain't the same
Had to roll up some gas
Had to roll up some gas in the coup
Need to open my mind see some new
You is my brudda there's only a few
I'll spill my heart and i'll tell you the Truth
They said ricch ferb wouldn't make it He ain't shit
I ain even stressing, I just have to Hold my stitch
Won't ever catch me fold man i'm Never gon switch
Fuck a nigga and a hoe cuz i'm flyer Then a bitch
I'm tryna make these songs, i wanna Hear my name
It ain't bout the money but i'm Coming for the fame
My life is a picture so i put it in a Frame
You playing with your life is a Gamble not a game
Gotta pay attention to the rear view And behind you
He can be a snake or an opp right Beside you
Calling you his brother but he always Gon deny you
Find your word in god man i swear That he gon guide you
Member them days when i used to be Nobody
Had to put work in had to become Somebody
Casket don't hold 2 niggas so fuck Everybody
When i get mad up the choppa Spread his body
Been through the ice from the Bottom to the top for you
Won't trust a soul cuz niggas did me Wrong for you
Waited for your plate so you can Leave but i always knew
Threw me in the dirt with no clothes I thought we was cool
He's getting mad cuz them niggas did Him wrong
You taught him how to shoot and How to play along
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Writer(s): Ricch Ferb
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