King Of Hearts

*Clears throat*
This shit from heart 'aye
This shit from the soul 'aye
This shit from the heart

Uh
I had a thing for that bitch, but
That hoe use to think I was boring
What's that in my cup?
Cause it's fuckin me up, and
I just keep on pouring and pouring
(And I just keep on pouring and pouring and I)

Oh shit
Oh we on
I'm kinda stumbling, but
I'ma pick this shit up
Yeah I know what I'm doing
I couldn't talk I was fried
Always up thru the night
I'ma call in the morning
Yeah it's just Mugga Np and I'm still in the hood, and
My car ain't a foreign
I had a thing for a classy lil bitch, but
That hoe use to think I was boring
What's that in my cup?
Cause it's fuckin me up, and
I just keep on pouring and pouring
She driving the boat Mrs.Puff
L after L I keep rolling it up
Keep wasting time why you holdin me up?
Hold this shit down
You my homie or what?
Damn

Free 'cuzzo Zeek
I was mad when they booked 'em
That's why I'm still watchin for Bucum
Where Im from really grimey it's crooked
Speedin ain't stop at the light I just took it
Roll up a wood and I only smoke good ones
(Aww shit)
Better watch it
They watch when they think you ain't looking
I got my game from the smokers addicted to drugs
I was literally watchin it hook em
I was down south dmv tryna look for a plug
Shit a movie it's just like a hood one
Bro left out the crib and never came back
We was sleep
When we woke up they took 'em
Rest In Peace Kenny I kno he still looking
They like Np up to something he cookin
Looped the fiasco
I kicked and I pushed it, huh?
Say you want what show a check then
Ran up bands through a Netspend
Whip with the right or left hand
Odds against me put a bet in, and
I always gotta keep me a weapon
Almost lost my life, but
I can't go now
My daughter need me no question
'Bouta go shop around for a new 4 pound
I need a "H.K" or a "Wesson", and
Big bro Walt got twin "A.R's"
I might just cop the tech then, and
Every bullet in this clip
Come with a name and message
All of these talents we blessed with
Still living in hell where the rest live
Sleepless nights im restless
Thinking how I could be where a check is
Mark off a bag on my checklist
E-way 'bouta breeze through the exit
I'm On my way to some new money
You still stuck on 'ya block where the steps is
You niggas disowned step kids
Got it on my own respect it
My heart in the hood where I left it
Yeah

Oh shit
Oh we on
I'm kinda stumbling, but
I'ma pick this shit up
Yeah I know what I'm doing
I couldn't talk I was fried
Always up thru the night
I'ma call in the morning
Yeah it's just Mugga Np and I'm still in the hood, and
My car ain't a foreign
I had a thing for a classy lil bitch, but
That hoe use to think I was boring
What's that in my cup?
Cause it's fuckin me up, and
I just keep on pouring and pouring
She driving the boat Mrs.Puff
L after L I keep rolling it up
Keep wasting time why you holdin me up?
Hold this shit down you my homie or what? damn



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Writer(s): Brent Lawson, Justin Gaskins
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