From Da Heart
Yeah, Vazza
Listen Up
Yo
Yeah yeah
These words coming straight from my heart it's sad
My OG got charged with an m
Like truss you ain't ever had a feeling like that and that hit dem, hit me and da fam
Like I got in da car on my way back home
Just me, mumzy and my bro in the whip vibing to music calm
Till I got a call from my pops on the phone
The car felt silent, deadly
The news had mans eyes feeling heavy
Flashback to da good old memory cah I took a trip a lane yeah steady
I was lost I was mad weren't ready
I was kicking off don't worry bout a set piece
Shit had my whole head feeling messy time again seeing that twelve is the enemy
I hated that shit it had man raging
Shit fades but the pains there staying
Time to make money time for engaging
Lizzy has that ring on her finger waiting
I keep my shit real I ain't always moody
You might feel these knuckles like moose might give you a punch if you're two faced Judy
Ima go write me a tune no looney
Gonna grab all these squares like Louis
I got two gs and
They're up in the house all day this whole shits like a movie
House of Gucci
I ain't gonna cop no bitch two Cs
Cah I don't give an F bout you b
So I'll add another F that's two see cah that's Chanel and Fendi juicy
One day ima have a fat coupe with tinted windows, blacked out it's gangsta
I know a couple man locked up wanna freeman not like Morgan not an actor
I done had a mindy tucked, backed it don't question I'm only a rapper
I'm fly as fuck like the emirates not my stadium but I'll still elevate like Saka
I remember at the age of eleven I kept it real tried stay a good kid
ten seconds down the line influence didn't take long to get in my brain
I remember I was young listening to Nines thinking shit was going okay
But eight times out of ten I was approached and my olders were all up in my ear
Violent chingings, robbings, more
That's most of da in my tunes
Even music was changing who I am
I wanted five of us in the booth
four of them wanted to leave this shit cah it weren't for them so I let them move
How many man jumped in the whip that day it was three times two
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two the one is for me not for you
I don't really care if they hop in the dinger or not let's see if they're real let's choose
If I ask you to slap a man make sure he gets slapped out his shoes
If you say no that's calm cah the whole thing will come straight onto you
Words coming straight from my heart it's sad
OGs got charged with an m
Like trus you ain't ever had a feeling like that and that hit them, hit me and the fam
Like I got in the car on my way back home
Just me, mumzy and my bro
In the whip vibing to music calm
Till I got a call from my pops on the phone
The car felt silent deadly
The news had mans eyes feeling heavy
Flashback to the good old memory Cah I took a trip to a lane yeah steady
I was lost, I was mad weren't ready
I was kicking off don't worry bout a set piece
Shit had my whole head feeling messy time again seeing that twelve is the enemy
I wanna do numbers and make my bread
That's all I been asking for time
Devil on my shoulder tryna lock man down I'm asking God like why like why
My guy is a smart yute knows not to get high off his own supply
Cah the money in the pocket comes first
Than getting fried wid da guys
And I rate that bare like hella it's mad
The bros will turn shit ragnarok if you try get onto the gang
I know that paigon yutes just wanna see me fall
But you know I don't give two fucks
Cah I'm risin
Knowledge like intel bro like bro
I'm out ere
Listen Up
Yo
Yeah yeah
These words coming straight from my heart it's sad
My OG got charged with an m
Like truss you ain't ever had a feeling like that and that hit dem, hit me and da fam
Like I got in da car on my way back home
Just me, mumzy and my bro in the whip vibing to music calm
Till I got a call from my pops on the phone
The car felt silent, deadly
The news had mans eyes feeling heavy
Flashback to da good old memory cah I took a trip a lane yeah steady
I was lost I was mad weren't ready
I was kicking off don't worry bout a set piece
Shit had my whole head feeling messy time again seeing that twelve is the enemy
I hated that shit it had man raging
Shit fades but the pains there staying
Time to make money time for engaging
Lizzy has that ring on her finger waiting
I keep my shit real I ain't always moody
You might feel these knuckles like moose might give you a punch if you're two faced Judy
Ima go write me a tune no looney
Gonna grab all these squares like Louis
I got two gs and
They're up in the house all day this whole shits like a movie
House of Gucci
I ain't gonna cop no bitch two Cs
Cah I don't give an F bout you b
So I'll add another F that's two see cah that's Chanel and Fendi juicy
One day ima have a fat coupe with tinted windows, blacked out it's gangsta
I know a couple man locked up wanna freeman not like Morgan not an actor
I done had a mindy tucked, backed it don't question I'm only a rapper
I'm fly as fuck like the emirates not my stadium but I'll still elevate like Saka
I remember at the age of eleven I kept it real tried stay a good kid
ten seconds down the line influence didn't take long to get in my brain
I remember I was young listening to Nines thinking shit was going okay
But eight times out of ten I was approached and my olders were all up in my ear
Violent chingings, robbings, more
That's most of da in my tunes
Even music was changing who I am
I wanted five of us in the booth
four of them wanted to leave this shit cah it weren't for them so I let them move
How many man jumped in the whip that day it was three times two
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two the one is for me not for you
I don't really care if they hop in the dinger or not let's see if they're real let's choose
If I ask you to slap a man make sure he gets slapped out his shoes
If you say no that's calm cah the whole thing will come straight onto you
Words coming straight from my heart it's sad
OGs got charged with an m
Like trus you ain't ever had a feeling like that and that hit them, hit me and the fam
Like I got in the car on my way back home
Just me, mumzy and my bro
In the whip vibing to music calm
Till I got a call from my pops on the phone
The car felt silent deadly
The news had mans eyes feeling heavy
Flashback to the good old memory Cah I took a trip to a lane yeah steady
I was lost, I was mad weren't ready
I was kicking off don't worry bout a set piece
Shit had my whole head feeling messy time again seeing that twelve is the enemy
I wanna do numbers and make my bread
That's all I been asking for time
Devil on my shoulder tryna lock man down I'm asking God like why like why
My guy is a smart yute knows not to get high off his own supply
Cah the money in the pocket comes first
Than getting fried wid da guys
And I rate that bare like hella it's mad
The bros will turn shit ragnarok if you try get onto the gang
I know that paigon yutes just wanna see me fall
But you know I don't give two fucks
Cah I'm risin
Knowledge like intel bro like bro
I'm out ere
Credits
Writer(s): Varon Dhillon
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