Heart On My Face

If I aint w a bad bitch then I cant be seen
I do not know why the fuck you got a attitude with me
Put a heart on my face give a fuck bout a sleeve
And i aint say it in a minute i still run the 803
And they been asking me to spazz so i been picking up the speed
And they been asking me these questions telling me i fuckin changed
I been tryna figure out the inner workings of the brain
And now I got a thinner circle than the hole thats in my rang
I got caught up riding waves and its a shame for me to say
Im getting passed up by these lames i had to find another way
Im getting back into this writing you should steer as far away
Cause i been shooting up the house and you can maybe catch a stray
And I feel like im lyor cohen cause my niggas getting paid
Hollup I aint make it yet i should be watching what i say
Kevin smoking moving slow but he can feel the fuckin days
Why I always hear these voices when my mind is in a haze
Why im always telling stories to myself about the day i get a million made a promise imma spend it expeditious
Might not have been at the top of my class only thing matter to me is that im the richest
Nigga tried me for a fool give a fuck about friendship i tell niggas business is business
I can just tell when a nigga gone switch by the way that the air and the energy shiftin
I give him a pass cause he need some assistance
Should i beat his ass idk but its tempting
Knew I was stamped when I moved outta bentley
They dont fw me so they gone resent me
When i clear my path they gone foul tryna end me
That boy put on a show and he still tryna end me
Smoke this J i can see that you working for pennies
I aint rapped in so long I know they gone comend me
They playback all my songs turn my quotes to commandments
That nigga talking to tuff so i gave him a dose of these hands like im spanish
They pay me a ton for this cult I been manning
I might start wild n out w this cannon
I carry a drake cause my diamonds is dancing
Dont fuck w no Marilyn Manson
I been looking out for expansion
Feel like I grew up in mansion
Feel like im developing tesla
Or like a young hughy hefner
She knew what it was when i left her
Buss on her Chess when I check her
Takeoff in a Jet Eric Decker
Its still always fuck Adam shefter
Pullup ina F5 like my last name is Lesnar
Im goin off on a benda
You weak in the knees need to stand up
Cant talk bout the shit that im making MC w this hammer
Im starting to feel like I come from Alabama
I started to flow and they gave me a milli in on the advancement
Wash your hands fore we dap I dont know where your hands been
And you know you might die for that shit that yo mans did
And im still the connect you can come get a bandwidth
And I make the stank face when im sittin here sayin this
I cant fw a hoe cause they young and they shameless
Im protectin the pack like i'm Adrian Amos



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Williams
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