Broken Heart
Mmm mm nah I'm hundred
Something just came up, you just had to over run it
Somebody once told me that I can deal with judgement
Somebody told me I'd be cool if I stick to the subject
How I'm suppose to be cool when I be on a budget
Yo brain thought it would make ya happy you got four nuggets
Thought I was too cool for school wit my sunglasses
The teacher told me that my future won't be bright after
Think I should've listened to her cause I prayed for laughter
Prayed for meeting thirst traps then having sex right after
I think I'm too bad, but it feel so good
She call me two Pac, I'm up in yo hood
And keep ya head up, and get ya bread up
I know you fed up, wit all this fed stuff
And she keep telling me yal rappers better heads up
Better send it to the heavens for you get yo head bussed
Mmm mm nah I'm hundred
How you suppose to always pray when you the one that's hunted
How can you keep a happy face when people always grunting
The answer's confidence don't ever say I taught you nothing
Now people gather all around and let me tell you something
You niggas Fire Marshall Bill tryin tell me something
We know you wanna retire when you live like a loner
We know you get annihilated when the show is over
You know my ammunition I got to live like a
Soldier
This chopper could fuck up yo posture if it hit ya shoulders
And just imagine the tragic to ya son if it fold ya
He gone wake up one day and get a gun like it's folgers
Now tell me how I'm spose to live my life while being sober
The world is on my shoulders I throw it off like a boulder
Not bi polar but you'll never find a nigga colder
Make you kill ya sugar daddy bitch now I'm the owner
Thought it was all good
Thought it was all great
Thought it was all love
When it was all fake
I wanna throw her body
Bloody in a lake
She hit me up on the book now I got a stupid face
And even what is worse I thought we could be face to face
But she got a husband and some kids what I'm suppose to thank
Load up the chopper let it get loud on her like some dank
But she ain't worth it my nigga she just a fucking skank
Now tell me who da professor giving pro lessons
Pac said more niggas teach more lessons
Mo money more bitches and a cold beverage
If they telling me shut up they fucking up my leverage
Above average
Feel like a savage
And If you beefing wit a nigga bring yo cabbage
All dese corny ass niggas claiming they got baggage
I could walk in the spot and then walk out wit yo bitch
Something just came up, you just had to over run it
Somebody once told me that I can deal with judgement
Somebody told me I'd be cool if I stick to the subject
How I'm suppose to be cool when I be on a budget
Yo brain thought it would make ya happy you got four nuggets
Thought I was too cool for school wit my sunglasses
The teacher told me that my future won't be bright after
Think I should've listened to her cause I prayed for laughter
Prayed for meeting thirst traps then having sex right after
I think I'm too bad, but it feel so good
She call me two Pac, I'm up in yo hood
And keep ya head up, and get ya bread up
I know you fed up, wit all this fed stuff
And she keep telling me yal rappers better heads up
Better send it to the heavens for you get yo head bussed
Mmm mm nah I'm hundred
How you suppose to always pray when you the one that's hunted
How can you keep a happy face when people always grunting
The answer's confidence don't ever say I taught you nothing
Now people gather all around and let me tell you something
You niggas Fire Marshall Bill tryin tell me something
We know you wanna retire when you live like a loner
We know you get annihilated when the show is over
You know my ammunition I got to live like a
Soldier
This chopper could fuck up yo posture if it hit ya shoulders
And just imagine the tragic to ya son if it fold ya
He gone wake up one day and get a gun like it's folgers
Now tell me how I'm spose to live my life while being sober
The world is on my shoulders I throw it off like a boulder
Not bi polar but you'll never find a nigga colder
Make you kill ya sugar daddy bitch now I'm the owner
Thought it was all good
Thought it was all great
Thought it was all love
When it was all fake
I wanna throw her body
Bloody in a lake
She hit me up on the book now I got a stupid face
And even what is worse I thought we could be face to face
But she got a husband and some kids what I'm suppose to thank
Load up the chopper let it get loud on her like some dank
But she ain't worth it my nigga she just a fucking skank
Now tell me who da professor giving pro lessons
Pac said more niggas teach more lessons
Mo money more bitches and a cold beverage
If they telling me shut up they fucking up my leverage
Above average
Feel like a savage
And If you beefing wit a nigga bring yo cabbage
All dese corny ass niggas claiming they got baggage
I could walk in the spot and then walk out wit yo bitch
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Writer(s): Randall Iszard
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