Prepared for a Heartbreak (feat. 4wayyTerrio) [Remix]
I'm prepared for heartbreak
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
I took like a year off
Dark clouds on me
Harlem shaking
Til they get off
Really out the way
Somebody you rarely hear bout
I just want to touch my first M
Before year out
Long live Sammy
Free Simmie
Until he get out
Small city niggas
It's so many never get out
I done been through hell
But ain't never let a tear out
Sinking in the trenches
Swear this shit really like get out
And everybody bleed
Fear no man
What you saying
I cut all ties
Need loyalty on demand
Business with my brother
Think we both put up a grand
Came a long way from matching five for a gram
I'm prepared for heartbreak
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
Hold on
You know I'm the shit bae
Bet you ain't know I come from shit bae
No fraud baby everyday was hit day
Talking bout them home invasions
Crackas flipped a nigga
Drove my momma crazy
Couldn't hear me then
But they hear me now
That shit be crazy
For so much time
I gave away for free
You got to pay me
Don't know bout you
But I'm a dump for me
Can't let them slay me
And ain't nobody give me shit
I got it off the pavement
Know I'm a make it
They waiting
Spin the block
Double back
Just to show them that we with it
Ain't tryna die
Know God be sending signs
Just hoping I don't miss it
And I'm prepared for a heartbreak
You don't love me
Lil hoe quit it
And I don't forgive or forget shit
They still gone get it
I'm prepared for heartbreak
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
I took like a year off
Dark clouds on me
Harlem shaking
Til they get off
Really out the way
Somebody you rarely hear bout
I just want to touch my first M
Before year out
Long live Sammy
Free Simmie
Until he get out
Small city niggas
It's so many never get out
I done been through hell
But ain't never let a tear out
Sinking in the trenches
Swear this shit really like get out
And everybody bleed
Fear no man
What you saying
I cut all ties
Need loyalty on demand
Business with my brother
Think we both put up a grand
Came a long way from matching five for a gram
I'm prepared for heartbreak
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
Hold on
You know I'm the shit bae
Bet you ain't know I come from shit bae
No fraud baby everyday was hit day
Talking bout them home invasions
Crackas flipped a nigga
Drove my momma crazy
Couldn't hear me then
But they hear me now
That shit be crazy
For so much time
I gave away for free
You got to pay me
Don't know bout you
But I'm a dump for me
Can't let them slay me
And ain't nobody give me shit
I got it off the pavement
Know I'm a make it
They waiting
Spin the block
Double back
Just to show them that we with it
Ain't tryna die
Know God be sending signs
Just hoping I don't miss it
And I'm prepared for a heartbreak
You don't love me
Lil hoe quit it
And I don't forgive or forget shit
They still gone get it
I'm prepared for heartbreak
I'm like how much can my heart take
But I'm obeying what God say
Gang raised
Mob way
Always knew I'd be star bae
Born to win
What my scars say
We grew up the hard way
We ain't have shit baby
Hard body
He a brick baby
Been giving assists lately
Real shooters never miss baby
Ain't number two
But I'm the shit baby
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Guyton
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