Breaking Hearts - IshDARR, Ju Preach, EMAAD

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Say I been foul since

The first crib

By yo hood

Say if it’s on yo mind

Don’t hold back if it’s bothering

Explosive with emotions

Said its best when I just bottle them

Nah girl

Im yelling Nah girl

Pride still a muthafuckha

Double C M our world

One day let me meet yo friend

First name karma

Last name you gone regret fucking me over on my momma

Hold my tongue

Might be some truth to that

Told you I’m so used to that

Prudent stupid who is

You is

Im rolling like 4 in fact

Lungs blacker than my heart

Black the berry

Sweet the juice

Ya innocence my ignorance

The only part you say is true

Corners we still bending

Monte Carlo

20 inches

City crazy senseless killing

Duck it all lord will

Blame enigma

Count the wins

Like back in Racine

The phone from twins

The chosen kids

They know what’s real

Told u that we golden still

Changing by the hour

Boodah sour

Playing super spacey

Feeling outer

Acting so estranged

To all the cowards

Kawaski copping that for XARI

Canis 20 copped da Audi

Young mind on the target

CCM full of setergents

Stack it all up til we balling

Yelling how you so tired of my ways

But you know how it goes

Always on that high key pimp player other shit

But you know how it goes

Yelling how you so tired of my ways

But you know how it goes

Always on that high key pimp player other shit

But you know how it goes]

What a time

What a time

Know I need that shit

Blame my fucking niggas

Gave me synergy

To see the shit

I can’t tell you

How many bitches

Switched on me

Need them commas and a B

Smokin on some rapper weed

Mama lowkey mad at me

Mad I told her fuck degrees

Mad that I be ripping streets

Mad lil bro look up to me

Plus she think I’m missing sleep

But ain’t no sleep

I’m tryna eat

Pull up in that all black beam

Joking til they see the beam

Ain’t no jokes with me

Know that I got that wolf in me

Young nigga gleam

Mission green

Ish and preach

Hotboxin Walgreens

Bitches see

The fuckin dream

Hand shakes

Everytime they see the team —

Imagine the grammy speech

The vision meet

They can get a feat

But it’s 500

Less it’s double cc

Bitches outta pocket

Tell em have a seat

Nigga wilding

It’s a wrap for him

Make a nigga

Change his strategy

Solid nigga

Ain’t no fuckin movin me

Bet I make a lesi

Say she want the get the d

All of this shit

Just to get to preach

Rocking the shit

Like I’m L-U-V

Bitches claiming claiming

They for only me