Black Hearts
Y'all left the art's heart with no pulse somebody has to shock it
Verses sound refurbished nigga aftermarket
Raised the bar too high for these underachievers
Getting fly you'd think wings come with the sneakers
Got fat while we starved can't let 'em eat
Taxing niggas for bars like he's selling beats
Around this long this strong it don't even make sense
All these clowns on you ain't get your break yet
Top of the podium he ain't take his place yet
Len been doing this since cassettes and tape decks
Mad they can't touch him fuck'em
Brush'em off like dandruff head and shoulders above'em
Bury them no comparison
Thought he was gone naah ya boy just evolved another variant
Really what else I got to show them
Leave him open on the court and you know he's closing
Y'all pump fakin' fronting start saying something
In the game but ain't playing dawg you button crunching
Pressure makes diamonds days and hours we invest
Record quality clarity cut VVS
Rappers been lunch really nothing left to consume
Everybody real till real steps in the room
Life's a movie see how it plays out for me
Rap junky no intervention or rehab for me
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Verses sound refurbished nigga aftermarket
Raised the bar too high for these underachievers
Getting fly you'd think wings come with the sneakers
Got fat while we starved can't let 'em eat
Taxing niggas for bars like he's selling beats
Around this long this strong it don't even make sense
All these clowns on you ain't get your break yet
Top of the podium he ain't take his place yet
Len been doing this since cassettes and tape decks
Mad they can't touch him fuck'em
Brush'em off like dandruff head and shoulders above'em
Bury them no comparison
Thought he was gone naah ya boy just evolved another variant
Really what else I got to show them
Leave him open on the court and you know he's closing
Y'all pump fakin' fronting start saying something
In the game but ain't playing dawg you button crunching
Pressure makes diamonds days and hours we invest
Record quality clarity cut VVS
Rappers been lunch really nothing left to consume
Everybody real till real steps in the room
Life's a movie see how it plays out for me
Rap junky no intervention or rehab for me
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Highs don't go to his head lows don't go to his heart
Just me and my dreams yea we all we got
Credits
Writer(s): Leonard Roy Bowen, Gregory Thomas Williams
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