Heart Off My Sleeve
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Uh, goin' through this one, goin' through the same shit, huh-whoa
Fuckin' with this, huh, fuckin' with the same bitch, huh
She the only that put up with a nigga, everybody else left, can't blame them
Streets got cold, no blanket, seen shit and I ain't been the same since, yeah
Normally I have me a blunt, but I just been chillin', I'm done with the drugs, yeah
And that's includin' the cup, I really ain't sippin', I'm done with the mud (I'm done with the mud)
Normally I be with your slut, but I don't even want her 'cause she not the one (she not the one)
Normally I be with these nigga, but I don't even fuck with 'em niggas be bunk
Learnin' from all my mistakes, I can't be doin' that shit no more, we ain't young
Every day a young nigga wake gotta go get cake, ain't nobody gon' get it but us
Brother say, "Rap ain't workin'", so he on the same old shit tryna trap 'til it bust
My other lil' brother been eatin' 'em yerks like food, and it been fuckin' him up (been fuckin' him up)
Got pain inside me too, so I can't judge him, nah (can't judge 'em, nah)
Pops had told me some hoes cool, but I can't love 'em all (I can't love 'em all)
Huh, got me right back on that bullshit, takin' my "Heart Off My Sleeve", huh
Pops told me I was goin' out sad, guess I was too naive, huh
Young nigga woke up got in that bag, put shit in the safe like Veeze, huh
Nigga gon' stab my back, then tell me they love me, like, "What do you mean?" (Like, what do you mean?)
Nigga tryna bite my hand, tryna eat off my plate, that's the story of greed (huh)
You was 'posed to be my friend? But you the main reason I'm fightin' my demon
Goin' through this one, goin' through the same shit (same old shit)
Fuckin' with this, huh, fuckin' with the same bitch, huh
She the only that put up with a nigga, everybody else left, can't blame them
Streets got cold, no blanket, seen shit and I ain't been the same since (whoa, what?)
Normally I have me a blunt, but I just been chillin', I'm done with the drugs (I'm done with the drugs yeah)
And that's includin' the cup, I really ain't sippin', I'm done with the mud (I'm done with the mud, yeah)
Normally I be with your slut, but I don't even want her 'cause she not the one (she not the one)
Normally I be with these nigga, but I don't even fuck with 'em niggas be bunk (niggas be bunk, huh-huh-huh)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Uh, goin' through this one, goin' through the same shit, huh-whoa
Fuckin' with this, huh, fuckin' with the same bitch, huh
She the only that put up with a nigga, everybody else left, can't blame them
Streets got cold, no blanket, seen shit and I ain't been the same since, yeah
Normally I have me a blunt, but I just been chillin', I'm done with the drugs, yeah
And that's includin' the cup, I really ain't sippin', I'm done with the mud (I'm done with the mud)
Normally I be with your slut, but I don't even want her 'cause she not the one (she not the one)
Normally I be with these nigga, but I don't even fuck with 'em niggas be bunk
Learnin' from all my mistakes, I can't be doin' that shit no more, we ain't young
Every day a young nigga wake gotta go get cake, ain't nobody gon' get it but us
Brother say, "Rap ain't workin'", so he on the same old shit tryna trap 'til it bust
My other lil' brother been eatin' 'em yerks like food, and it been fuckin' him up (been fuckin' him up)
Got pain inside me too, so I can't judge him, nah (can't judge 'em, nah)
Pops had told me some hoes cool, but I can't love 'em all (I can't love 'em all)
Huh, got me right back on that bullshit, takin' my "Heart Off My Sleeve", huh
Pops told me I was goin' out sad, guess I was too naive, huh
Young nigga woke up got in that bag, put shit in the safe like Veeze, huh
Nigga gon' stab my back, then tell me they love me, like, "What do you mean?" (Like, what do you mean?)
Nigga tryna bite my hand, tryna eat off my plate, that's the story of greed (huh)
You was 'posed to be my friend? But you the main reason I'm fightin' my demon
Goin' through this one, goin' through the same shit (same old shit)
Fuckin' with this, huh, fuckin' with the same bitch, huh
She the only that put up with a nigga, everybody else left, can't blame them
Streets got cold, no blanket, seen shit and I ain't been the same since (whoa, what?)
Normally I have me a blunt, but I just been chillin', I'm done with the drugs (I'm done with the drugs yeah)
And that's includin' the cup, I really ain't sippin', I'm done with the mud (I'm done with the mud, yeah)
Normally I be with your slut, but I don't even want her 'cause she not the one (she not the one)
Normally I be with these nigga, but I don't even fuck with 'em niggas be bunk (niggas be bunk, huh-huh-huh)
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Writer(s): Nehemiah Palms
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