Born Heartless 2
Solo, hahaha
Jmac, Jmac,Jmac
Yea, Yea, Yea
I came along way from dat yung nigga
From dat yung nigga, from dat yung nigga
I came a... I came a
I got dat gas like a harvest
Told u before that I'm heartless
Yea, Yea
I came a long way from that yung nigga who use to be robbin and shit
Now I just be coolin and stackin my paper and plottin on fuckin ya bitch
But don't think it's sweet it's a glock in dis whip
And I'm tryna click I ain't talkin bout shit
My youngins tryin slide so I toss em a stick
U get in dat jam bet not open ya lips
I'm playin smart like I'm Marcus
Aim at my target
Told u that I was born heartless
I'm tryna paint like a artist
High as Martian
I got dat gas like a harvest
I'm tryn tell u these niggas not solid
Gudda lil bitch tryna give me da knowledge
Come around here boi u better be cautious
My shooter shoot like he play for da rockets
Don't come around here cause you niggas is barred
Hang wit some demons they hop out da cars
Glock wit da drum it's goin send you to god
I know he ain't shootin that nigga a fraud
That nigga keep purpin we walkin em down
I feel like Q wit a Hol hunnid rounds
BDN shit we da talk of da town
You hop in dat water I bet you gone drown
12 get behind me we racin
Fuck a red light I ain't waitin
Roll me a jay then I'm facin
High as a spaceship
Owe me I need all my payments
Don't then ya face on da pavement
That nigga a leach so he gotta go
Stay in da stu all my niggas gone blow
Free all my niggas lock up down da road
My bruvas my bruvas I swear I won't fold
I came a long way from that yung nigga who use to be robbin and shit
Now I just be coolin and stackin my paper and plottin on fuckin ya bitch
But don't think it's sweet it's a glock in dis whip
And I'm tryna click I ain't talkin bout shit
My youngins tryin slide so I toss em a stick
U get in dat jam bet not open ya lips
I'm playin smart like I'm Marcus
Aim at my target
Told u that I was born heartless
I'm tryna paint like a artist
High as Martian
I got dat gas like a harvest
I'm tryn tell u these niggas not solid
Gudda lil bitch tryna give me da knowledge
Come around here boi u better be cautious
My shooter shoot like he play for da rockets
For da rockets
Yea
Jmac, Jmac, Jmac
I came along way from dat yung nigga
Yea
Jmac, Jmac,Jmac
Yea, Yea, Yea
I came along way from dat yung nigga
From dat yung nigga, from dat yung nigga
I came a... I came a
I got dat gas like a harvest
Told u before that I'm heartless
Yea, Yea
I came a long way from that yung nigga who use to be robbin and shit
Now I just be coolin and stackin my paper and plottin on fuckin ya bitch
But don't think it's sweet it's a glock in dis whip
And I'm tryna click I ain't talkin bout shit
My youngins tryin slide so I toss em a stick
U get in dat jam bet not open ya lips
I'm playin smart like I'm Marcus
Aim at my target
Told u that I was born heartless
I'm tryna paint like a artist
High as Martian
I got dat gas like a harvest
I'm tryn tell u these niggas not solid
Gudda lil bitch tryna give me da knowledge
Come around here boi u better be cautious
My shooter shoot like he play for da rockets
Don't come around here cause you niggas is barred
Hang wit some demons they hop out da cars
Glock wit da drum it's goin send you to god
I know he ain't shootin that nigga a fraud
That nigga keep purpin we walkin em down
I feel like Q wit a Hol hunnid rounds
BDN shit we da talk of da town
You hop in dat water I bet you gone drown
12 get behind me we racin
Fuck a red light I ain't waitin
Roll me a jay then I'm facin
High as a spaceship
Owe me I need all my payments
Don't then ya face on da pavement
That nigga a leach so he gotta go
Stay in da stu all my niggas gone blow
Free all my niggas lock up down da road
My bruvas my bruvas I swear I won't fold
I came a long way from that yung nigga who use to be robbin and shit
Now I just be coolin and stackin my paper and plottin on fuckin ya bitch
But don't think it's sweet it's a glock in dis whip
And I'm tryna click I ain't talkin bout shit
My youngins tryin slide so I toss em a stick
U get in dat jam bet not open ya lips
I'm playin smart like I'm Marcus
Aim at my target
Told u that I was born heartless
I'm tryna paint like a artist
High as Martian
I got dat gas like a harvest
I'm tryn tell u these niggas not solid
Gudda lil bitch tryna give me da knowledge
Come around here boi u better be cautious
My shooter shoot like he play for da rockets
For da rockets
Yea
Jmac, Jmac, Jmac
I came along way from dat yung nigga
Yea
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Writer(s): Johntae Smith
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