Heartbeat
I tried to stay vigilant
Still I got caught by my innocence
Cool on the outside but inside I'm feeling it
Die with my honor, or nothing equivalent
Ask bout my motives my vision is limitless
Ask bout my passion the motto is infinite
Tell em the truth but they act like it's gibberish
Try to contain what I'm feeling I'm bitter and
Nothing can heal without time, count the minutes then
Stack, I stay in motion cos I can't relax
Hop on the stu and I load up the Mac
She broke my heart but I'm not looking back
Hard to move forward when feelings attached
I made my own path I don't stick to the tracks
Money a cage like I'm stuck in a trap
Trust in myself cos the rest spitting cap
See me behind you but you getting lapped
Like fuck a bitch
I should be running shit
Need me a trophy and weed by the bundle and
Gunning the 808s rumbling
B(ee) I been bumbling
Murder a track and see if they can stomach it
4 on the Packers the way you been fumbling
3 off of streams most of y'all just be mumbling
2 in the blunt You know I had to double it
1 in the morning the homies be stumbling
Hot Damn
I'm in the studio locked in
And I need 2 M's like a Glock 10
I went a while with no profits
But we looking up
Options and I'm tryna open the mosh pits
You know I'm killing it off rip
Can't fuck with nobody toxic
(toxic, toxic, toxic)
Still I got caught by my innocence
Cool on the outside but inside I'm feeling it
Die with my honor, or nothing equivalent
Ask bout my motives my vision is limitless
Ask bout my passion the motto is infinite
Tell em the truth but they act like it's gibberish
Try to contain what I'm feeling I'm bitter and
Nothing can heal without time, count the minutes then
Stack, I stay in motion cos I can't relax
Hop on the stu and I load up the Mac
She broke my heart but I'm not looking back
Hard to move forward when feelings attached
I made my own path I don't stick to the tracks
Money a cage like I'm stuck in a trap
Trust in myself cos the rest spitting cap
See me behind you but you getting lapped
Like fuck a bitch
I should be running shit
Need me a trophy and weed by the bundle and
Gunning the 808s rumbling
B(ee) I been bumbling
Murder a track and see if they can stomach it
4 on the Packers the way you been fumbling
3 off of streams most of y'all just be mumbling
2 in the blunt You know I had to double it
1 in the morning the homies be stumbling
Hot Damn
I'm in the studio locked in
And I need 2 M's like a Glock 10
I went a while with no profits
But we looking up
Options and I'm tryna open the mosh pits
You know I'm killing it off rip
Can't fuck with nobody toxic
(toxic, toxic, toxic)
Credits
Writer(s): Zyan Foss
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