My Heart Dark
When I pray I don't pray for myself
Tell the truth
I just pray for my family
Because god know I really been active
And sometimes
I still feel like he mad at me
I had guns to my head
At a young age
Tell da truth
I still feel like it damaged me
Swear to god
That these streets made a man of me
I don't care why nobody be mad at me
When I was 15 and was telling em
I feel alone nobody was there for me
When I was 16
I was kicked out on my own
You stopped being here for me
When I was 17
I beefed wit the opps on my own
Nobody would care to me
When I was 18
They heard im upping my chrome
Them niggas got scared of me
When I was 19
It was just me n mama
The vision got clear to me
But By time I was 20
I was back hot in the booth
Then some bitches got weird on me
By 21 I was back w my cousin
Everything that he had he would share w me
So the day that he died
Changed me forever
I miss how my nigga was here for me
I don't care what you do
You thugging that's cool
But just know I'm different than you
I had to go on some missions alone
To go do the shit
That you pretending to do
Lil Brax drive a Q5
If you big dawg
Then you leading the youth
My dawg called me
Just to show some money
But I'm like why u show it
If I ain't eating w you?
I hadda revisit my past
To givem my pain
But I still needed it to
Walking in public
Sometimes I feel like im yak
Because they want a picture or two
I had told lil Shawdy
She can't come again
Unless your friend
Say she coming w you
If ain't bout no money
I'm not in my feelings
Dont be saying I got problem with you
Everytime I listen to niggas
They be always talking
What they probably a do
If Im riding w you
I need to know you hit
I can't be worried bout
If you probably it'll shoot
I had day ones turn pussy on me
Niggas wouldn't em hit a party w you
And keep ya back door closed
Because you a opp now
Nigga you ain't part of the crew
Everybody shooting Nigga what's 100
Something in my way
Den something getting punished
I been touching Ps
I heard you getting fronted
Nigga shop w me
He getting what he wanted
I been really pumping
All I know is hustling
I know why they hating
They not doing nothing
All I flex is muscle
Moving by lonely
Bet I got it on me
You not taking nothing
You can see it in my eyes
I can't take a joke
Spin a nigga blood
Like I'm banging folks
Never my plug
He just send the bags
I dont know his name
I just call em moe
I dont want no fame
I just want some money
I'm still n the game
Tryna go for broke
Rip my blood
Shit won't be da same
We been thru some shit
They will never know
Tell the truth
I just pray for my family
Because god know I really been active
And sometimes
I still feel like he mad at me
I had guns to my head
At a young age
Tell da truth
I still feel like it damaged me
Swear to god
That these streets made a man of me
I don't care why nobody be mad at me
When I was 15 and was telling em
I feel alone nobody was there for me
When I was 16
I was kicked out on my own
You stopped being here for me
When I was 17
I beefed wit the opps on my own
Nobody would care to me
When I was 18
They heard im upping my chrome
Them niggas got scared of me
When I was 19
It was just me n mama
The vision got clear to me
But By time I was 20
I was back hot in the booth
Then some bitches got weird on me
By 21 I was back w my cousin
Everything that he had he would share w me
So the day that he died
Changed me forever
I miss how my nigga was here for me
I don't care what you do
You thugging that's cool
But just know I'm different than you
I had to go on some missions alone
To go do the shit
That you pretending to do
Lil Brax drive a Q5
If you big dawg
Then you leading the youth
My dawg called me
Just to show some money
But I'm like why u show it
If I ain't eating w you?
I hadda revisit my past
To givem my pain
But I still needed it to
Walking in public
Sometimes I feel like im yak
Because they want a picture or two
I had told lil Shawdy
She can't come again
Unless your friend
Say she coming w you
If ain't bout no money
I'm not in my feelings
Dont be saying I got problem with you
Everytime I listen to niggas
They be always talking
What they probably a do
If Im riding w you
I need to know you hit
I can't be worried bout
If you probably it'll shoot
I had day ones turn pussy on me
Niggas wouldn't em hit a party w you
And keep ya back door closed
Because you a opp now
Nigga you ain't part of the crew
Everybody shooting Nigga what's 100
Something in my way
Den something getting punished
I been touching Ps
I heard you getting fronted
Nigga shop w me
He getting what he wanted
I been really pumping
All I know is hustling
I know why they hating
They not doing nothing
All I flex is muscle
Moving by lonely
Bet I got it on me
You not taking nothing
You can see it in my eyes
I can't take a joke
Spin a nigga blood
Like I'm banging folks
Never my plug
He just send the bags
I dont know his name
I just call em moe
I dont want no fame
I just want some money
I'm still n the game
Tryna go for broke
Rip my blood
Shit won't be da same
We been thru some shit
They will never know
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Writer(s): Demarco Wells
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