Breaking my heart
I put on for a hood full of niggas that didn't support me
Dick sucked all of them rappers and just ignored me
I'ma make it with or without em don't even worry
When it come to getting money, my brothers are like the Curry's
I left the city, when I hit the road, I ain't leave a soul out
They never took a pill from plenty, I kept a pole out
Before I took a trip with a pill, or ever rode out
Me and T was bussing down aphes inside the dope house
Now days, niggas hang themselves, just bring the rope out
Still could call a plug like I'm George and he send that dope out
Still to do a verse on the love because I love rap
I'm fighting a case, still got a pole because I love straps
Word on the street, I won't make it cause my arrogance
But it's the struggle that made a nigga arrogant
Both of my parents getting high, had to shell it in my momma
and my daddy, both fighters, took it on the chin
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side kuz
I can't even cry, I ain't got no tears left
We gon' make your peoples cry, gotta make em feel that
Spend the block with three Ks, they gon' think the Klan back
Lost Punchy, lost Nard, lost Charles and Lex
Pussy nigga, we ain't taking Ls, we taking them as lessons
Nigga took my peers, pierced them with the Smith and Wesson
We been in this game for years, stack that money then invest it
Instead of passing tests, we was passing out testers
Trying to get some extras, fucking with the scale and presser
All we know is weigh it up, bag it then stash it
Rule number one, never hide that bag where you relaxing
selling dope is like a fetish, I can't lie this shit a habit
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side cause
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side kuz
Dick sucked all of them rappers and just ignored me
I'ma make it with or without em don't even worry
When it come to getting money, my brothers are like the Curry's
I left the city, when I hit the road, I ain't leave a soul out
They never took a pill from plenty, I kept a pole out
Before I took a trip with a pill, or ever rode out
Me and T was bussing down aphes inside the dope house
Now days, niggas hang themselves, just bring the rope out
Still could call a plug like I'm George and he send that dope out
Still to do a verse on the love because I love rap
I'm fighting a case, still got a pole because I love straps
Word on the street, I won't make it cause my arrogance
But it's the struggle that made a nigga arrogant
Both of my parents getting high, had to shell it in my momma
and my daddy, both fighters, took it on the chin
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side kuz
I can't even cry, I ain't got no tears left
We gon' make your peoples cry, gotta make em feel that
Spend the block with three Ks, they gon' think the Klan back
Lost Punchy, lost Nard, lost Charles and Lex
Pussy nigga, we ain't taking Ls, we taking them as lessons
Nigga took my peers, pierced them with the Smith and Wesson
We been in this game for years, stack that money then invest it
Instead of passing tests, we was passing out testers
Trying to get some extras, fucking with the scale and presser
All we know is weigh it up, bag it then stash it
Rule number one, never hide that bag where you relaxing
selling dope is like a fetish, I can't lie this shit a habit
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side cause
Breaking my heart, I had to get it out the mud
It's breaking my heart, my family don't show love
It was breaking my heart to witness mama off them drugs
It broke my heart, my daddy never showed up
That shit broke my heart when I lost my nigga, Nard
That shit hurt my soul cause I was supposed to be his ride
That shit hurt my feelings when they killed my cousin, Ty
And I can't even cry, see you on the other side kuz
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Writer(s): Martel Harris
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