Heart

This shit gotta come from the heart
Or ain't gone mean nothing
Aye shorty slide up
I'm tryna see sumn

You can always hit me up if you need sumn
But you always swear to god you don't need nothing

Cause you brought table
And the chairs
Fine china
Cruising on coast of Carolinas
Where you wanna go, aye I'll drive ya
Put you on road yeah hwy 95 ya

Cause if I needed to
I would lay down my life

Cause if I needed to
I would lay down my life
Life

This shit gotta come from the heart
Or it ain't gone mean nothing
Aye shorty slide up
Im tryna see sumn
Hit my dm with the message
Guess you tryna be sumn
All these niggas stay flexing
Swear you won't see me stunting
Till I'm tip top
And everybody know that my shit pop
Cause everybody loved Chris
Until he got his shit rocked
Now the nigga got jokes like I got slapped
So what
That's like saying got a lil dick but I still fucked
It all don't mean nothing
Unless you tryna be something
So be you
That's the only way that you'll be true
If not swear to god that shit, yeah is see through
Real niggas when they in the spot, yeah they see you
Lil thot twerking for the guap, intent to see it through
Took a shot, then she drunk a lot ain't even mean too
Who is really captain of the boat
Is it me or you?
Cause when you give your heart to a hoe, gotta see it through

Can't take this shit no more
You broke my heart
And I can't let you do that shit again

Can't take this shit no more
You broke my heart
And I can't let you do that shit again

Cause baby I'm wholesome
Broke me down from the start
And I can't let you do that shit again

Had to put my guard up
Shit I'm tryna start up
Opened up my heart, and this shit left me scarred up
Put it in the music, and a nigga got the stardom
And my chick couldn't even fix, got depression postpartum

Why am I not surprised
Got these white in congress tryna rule all our lives
Y'all out here picking sides
Supposed to be working together to try to make it right

Nigga who made you the coochie boss
Up our ass g-string, we call that some coochie floss
Correction office, foot on necks
Looking like you Rick Ross
But you not a big boss
Had some shots, saved them up
Now it's time to get em off
I just wanna sit back
Like way in the back back
I don't try to get involved
Conflicts they go unresolved
Round and round run it back
Yeah they stuck on revolve
Act like the calm of the storm but you know I'm starved
I'm just tryna get up in my zone, yeah you know I'm on

Odds stack against me
Devil try to tempt me
But my angels with me
Know I had to turn it on

I need me a Bentley
Fore a nigga fifty
Got my niggas with me
So I gotta give it all

Can't take this shit no more
You broke my heart
And I can't let you do that shit again

Can't take this shit no more
You broke my heart
And I can't let you do that shit again

Cause baby I'm wholesome
Broke me down from the start
And I can't let you do that shit again



Credits
Writer(s): Zuriel Fredd
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