Broken Heart
Get up, Dra
I don't know what-, I don't know how to feel about this shit
I don't mean
Fuck anything
Devil ain't 'bout nothin'
No flaws
They turned they back on me, that's crazy
Why they do a gangster like that?
I stand my ten by myself, I ain't the type to duck no rack
Diss my gang, get put to rest, piss on your grave to show respect
They keep on dyin', wonder who's next, try set me up, can't go like that
Your brother died, he can't come back
Slam on the opps, I'm somethin' like Shaq
I keep a switch, Memphis Chiraq, fuck with the opps, you gettin' racked
My bitch left me when I got locked, I made my bond back on the block
Told Tink I got him, he ain't alone, spoke on my name, ain't call my phone
I dropped some tears writing this song
Damn, Trae Day, you know you wrong
I'm mad as fuck, Lil Feezy gone, I value loyalty the most
Slide through the city like a ghost, I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
I'm rich as fuck, I can't go broke, why Frado open that back door?
Why Coffee do that 'bout a pole?
Would've bought him one, guess he ain't know
Had a good heart, but now it's broke, my feelings hurt, gotta let it show
I looked at Lil Juan like a brother, now we only talk to my mother
I told EJ, "Stop stealin' cars", then he died while stealin' them cars
Gotta keep it goin' even though I'm scarred, free them real one behind bars
To be honest, don't know what to do, but it's okay, gangster cry too
Just listen while I bless the booth, 20K, a thousand or two
If I die, at least I kept it real, I might just OD off a pill
You shoot at me, I gotta kill ya, GIA certified, these the real
Go look me up, I never snitched, I called my lawyer, that was it
I gotta keep Ken Brasier paid
Would've been doin' life, but that money saved
BlocBoy put his self in that, you the one help him get it back
I told Lil Migo, I ain't try to disrespect his grandma house
I have some anger built up, and I just have to let it out
Can't fuck with niggas from the HAMP, them niggas shot up Chino house
And that ain't gangsta in my eyes, you just a pussy in disguise
You just a pussy
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out
I don't even know how to feel, really
Keep goin' though, keep gettin' money
Get in my way, I'ma knock you down
I don't know what-, I don't know how to feel about this shit
I don't mean
Fuck anything
Devil ain't 'bout nothin'
No flaws
They turned they back on me, that's crazy
Why they do a gangster like that?
I stand my ten by myself, I ain't the type to duck no rack
Diss my gang, get put to rest, piss on your grave to show respect
They keep on dyin', wonder who's next, try set me up, can't go like that
Your brother died, he can't come back
Slam on the opps, I'm somethin' like Shaq
I keep a switch, Memphis Chiraq, fuck with the opps, you gettin' racked
My bitch left me when I got locked, I made my bond back on the block
Told Tink I got him, he ain't alone, spoke on my name, ain't call my phone
I dropped some tears writing this song
Damn, Trae Day, you know you wrong
I'm mad as fuck, Lil Feezy gone, I value loyalty the most
Slide through the city like a ghost, I'm fresh as fuck from head to toe
I'm rich as fuck, I can't go broke, why Frado open that back door?
Why Coffee do that 'bout a pole?
Would've bought him one, guess he ain't know
Had a good heart, but now it's broke, my feelings hurt, gotta let it show
I looked at Lil Juan like a brother, now we only talk to my mother
I told EJ, "Stop stealin' cars", then he died while stealin' them cars
Gotta keep it goin' even though I'm scarred, free them real one behind bars
To be honest, don't know what to do, but it's okay, gangster cry too
Just listen while I bless the booth, 20K, a thousand or two
If I die, at least I kept it real, I might just OD off a pill
You shoot at me, I gotta kill ya, GIA certified, these the real
Go look me up, I never snitched, I called my lawyer, that was it
I gotta keep Ken Brasier paid
Would've been doin' life, but that money saved
BlocBoy put his self in that, you the one help him get it back
I told Lil Migo, I ain't try to disrespect his grandma house
I have some anger built up, and I just have to let it out
Can't fuck with niggas from the HAMP, them niggas shot up Chino house
And that ain't gangsta in my eyes, you just a pussy in disguise
You just a pussy
I'm out, I'm out, I'm out
I don't even know how to feel, really
Keep goin' though, keep gettin' money
Get in my way, I'ma knock you down
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Writer(s): Lawrence Kelly
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