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Heartless (part 2)
- Cause my boys pack automatic's
- Learning to communicate, through mathematics
- Murder capital, just a couple years back
- And black folks selling the black
- Pretend you're a customer, grab yourself a map
- is that ya really ya style of rap
- In a hospital bed, dead finna meet the reaper
- You're my Shining Star, no matter who you are
- The boxes, with the bows, sittin under that tree
- Believe that my rhyme is spoken like it has to be
- So I could look prep and pull Kate Moss bitches
- Use glocks, to unscrew tops, son, them snitches
- More out of control and psycho
- you really never know now, here we go
- Pops still cursin I can still smell trees
- we want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheese
- Cause these fake fake records just keep on playin
- Always carryin' a mack 10 know what I'm sayin'?
- Man the freaks, man man man the freaks ain't freaky
- I'm feelin' shitty, nitty witty got me greedy
- Just a pen that does tricks like a magic wand
- my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond
- All the lessons to a young teen baby was cold
- Stone cold, I got the itchy trigger to choke hold
- Stand and clock, while I supply planted rock
- Biters jock, I stifle heads just like I'm writer's block
- We ain't posting trying to trap fam, we rep God
- Two jobs work hard you a bad broad
- I never thought there would come the day
- And I can't believe, my best friend's gay
- Who that wanna fuck with me, Lil' Free
- Fiending for direction so my movie can be
- We ain't equal, it's for my people
- Music for chicks who like it simple
- You chose to be hater
- Warrior, rebel, trained assassinator
- Porno with six stars
- Man cause I was
- Lets go get 'em
- I'm from them
- Some could give a shit
- Just pause that thought for a bit
- Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
- Scopin every skin without a bra
- I skeet best on a one night stand
- Each one of them tryin to grab my hand
- Move Move if you wanna move move if you wanna move
- But I can't get enough of your love
- But Paul Wall and Freeway'll make 'em sang
- So load 'em up, load 'em up, click bang
- Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it, motorcycle wit' it, wit' it
- Not knowing that's what I had for that ass and get
- Slept in the dungeon the trainin be the same
- the exclamating murder rate, and the clime to fame
- A toast to the Red Zone, raise 'em now
- Should I quit smokin weed? I don't know
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