My Poor Heart

I played my part, where do I start
Crept in a game when the door was ajar
My poor heart get poured out with bars
Will never stop till I get more money from my heart

Peep the arch, high percentage the shot chart
I pull up, knock down, never knock off
Only pass through, the trap can't be my stop dawg

On to New Orleans, the air mattress was the cot dawg
Gotta figure shit out, take a different route
Taking odd jobs, doing shit I don't give a shit about
Must be the dawg in me, the passion tryna sniff it out

Sift it out, the bullshit that they snicker 'bout
What this about? Work, forget the clout
Watch from a distance, my niggas is getting bigger now
What a time for me to wanna skip the town

That's only motivation, my decision getting buckled down
But still a minute, till I figure out this rap shit
Need me, bout 2019
Started droppin' the frees, 400 degrees
I make it look easy, plus I'm starting to believe it

I played my part, where do I start
Crept in the game when the door was ajar
My poor heart get poured out with bars
Will never stop till I get money from my heart

Work ethic, determines your condition
I'm going missing, know that I'm about mine
Offered positions I politely declined, see myself as
Miley Cyrus, I'm too likely to climb, boy

This shit get hectic, when you're one man band
Need no hand-outs from another man
I ain't stutter, man not duh duh man, just done em in,
Done with the nice shit, bout to get on my bully, over the half steppin'
Surfer term, I do this shit fully, they gotta know what's goodie
With me, simply fuck over dialect
If we not speaking progress, please just stop it, me not bothered
With all the nonsense, it's way too common, just think about it
The blind leading the blind, I move my way around

I played my part, where do I start
Crept in the game when the door was ajar
My poor heart get poured out with bars
Will never stop till I get money from my art