Heart
RyMacc
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All of my niggas be wildin' All of you niggas be stylin' I'ma keep stacking, keep grindin' 'Til I could retire to the Cayman Islands Bussin' the drum like this 808 Hold up maybe it's a 909 Had to shoot because she mighty fine Let me hit, and now she blowing up my line Damn, why you had to be a stage 5? (Clinger) Endless pack you know I stay high I been working harder than a farmer Trying to send his only daughter off to college Bet he hope she don't meet a nigga like me Or a nigga at all But the white man don't get it F*ck em' all, I'm finna ball And if I f*ck a few white thotties I ain't finna regret it More money, more power, respect it My nigga if you have a seed, don't you fucking neglect it Grow it to a tree Dead beat dads get no blessings Uh-uh, they die by their lonely That should be all that you work for I pray for all of my homies I pray for all of their children Our seeds all destined for millions, my nigga They told you that patience was key but you just couldn't wait Now you sitting in a cell block Only see the streets through a locked gate God damn, you was the man Don't let the Devil f*ck up God's plan My shorty should've been my biggest fan She wasn't and now she out da Gawd's plans You suffering memory loss from the Xans You popped way too many 'yoppas Ain't remember that you had picked up the choppa Let it blow They caught you on camera fleeing, you ain't know Anger and aggression flared by the drugs Guess your momma shoulda gave you more hugs I wish the world would fucking understand That all of our answers lie inside of love Heart of a lion (I got it, I got it) I got the heart of a lion (I got it, I got it) Yeah I got the heart of a lion And all of my niggas be wilding And all of you niggas be styling And I put in work, you ain't trying And I got the heart of a lion, and you steady lying Damn The pressure, apply it You thinking 'bout crossing me don't try it Cause I got a .40, a .9, and a shotty You could get to dying I might just chop your hand with my machete Might break a jaw or 2 like Edd & Eddy Don't say you ready, you ain't really ready And I put you on but you can't flip the fetti I want a Beamer, a Benz, and a Bentley Mulsanne I feel the power you could feel the pain Showed you some love and you showed your true colors The bond could never be the same This hoe keep calling begging me to bang Told her don't call my fucking phone again Unless she got money to pay for the dick Then she hit me on Friday, said her check just came Whoa, wait Bitch I was playing Just for the effort, hit her once again I'll write your raps if you give me my royalties I just want money, you could have the fame Macc be da gawd And I never say that I try hard, I just work hard That's the game Ride in a rental car, with a rented broad Trade her in for one with some more frame No Kirko this bang No Kirkland my plug like the Costco Keep the cost low, cause I keep coming back Yeah they can't compete with a boss bro All your bitches be weak on the low And I got me a smoking redbone, like a Marlboro & I never get checked when I shop Because every store know my name at the mall bro I'm da gawd
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