Heart.On.My.SLEEVE

I'm stargazing
Success so close I can taste it
Punching in and out
Clocking long nights and long days in
Shift my focus
Don't get no rest, sleeps for suckers
What vacation?
No breakfast, no bed rest, no holidays in
My check outs when I'm blazing some California tasting weed grown out some niggas basement
Or when fornicating with a bitch who keep my fire blazing
She want to be my lady
Nope, I got problems baby
I drop my dick and then I dip
I know it drive you crazy
Candy paint on the whip kiss the sun while I pull out your driveway and then I hit the highway
Yeah, I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way
Yeah, I like it that way, yeah

Heart on my sleeve
I'm never gone stop
I'm a stick to the plan
Sweat tears
This is me bleeding
I know some rap niggas be misleading
Can't take it back nigga I just move forward
Never slacking nigga, I'm too important
Been growing impatient, Its torture
Tryna' stretch my dollars to fortunes
Momma pray I stay imported with good values and choices
I been tryna' dodge evil forces
Walk clean can't crease the forces
My energy divinity
DeVinci defeating all his enemies
Stuck between the vanities
Insanities been handing me plays
Manipulate the hand that God gave
Is this your card?
Magician, I'm a make all my dreams become realities
Sleep walking zombies in my face
Headshot take it to the brain
Only way to level on this plane
I never did fit in
Grown man, who the hell kidding?
Phone home, I need my space sitting on my throne
Nowadays I'm vibing more alone
Not picking up my phone
Do not disturb zoned
Stopped fucking with the hoes fucking with my soul
Some Block lists I'm on
Might star 67
Play the hoe my song
Now I'm rambling on
Heart on my sleeve, heart in the beat, heart in my bars
Harder to breathe
Hardened my heart to bare everything that the world throws at me
Can't let the pressure overwhelm in me
I got somethings to offer
World, hear me
Rapping like my soul gone leave me if I don't give it all I got
I swear my heart is all I got
I wear it like that shit was lost
It never had a price, no cost
I'm sick of lost, I got a cough
Been a hustler, been a boss
Fuck tomorrow, need it now...



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Writer(s): Devon Davis
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