Heart - Mbnel

I make a call, I’m pullin' strings just like acoustics

Gettin' paid for all my music, it ain’t the music

Mama used to stress off all the PG&E, so she tell us just not to use it

Teacher tried to help a nigga but I went and I refused it, I ain’t stupid

Love beatin' the blocks, I bought a chop just to abuse it

Ramen noodles, eggs and rice, I would never eat at no Ruth Chris

Got a chrome inside this Chrome Heart, couldn’t hit if you was Cupid

And speakin' of Cupid, ayy, shout out my cousin Cupid

Ayy, we wipin' niggas' noses, make you drip, gon' need a tissue

Ever seen a body fall in the summer? Shit’s cold as igloos

Say you fuckin' with a snake, shit, that just make a nigga hiss too

Fuckin' with a rat, shit makes me think that you a snitch too

C&in' out in front your house, but I promise that we won’t miss you, ayy

Yeah, we did that drill, but we don’t know, we just pretend to

Pick you up when you was down, shit, that’s just what some friends do

Never picked her from the 'Gram, shit, I guess these niggas pretend to

Hate to see you doin' better, shit, they might just go against you

Just because you got a gun, that shit don’t mean it’s gon' protect you

Just because you love that bitch don’t mean that she ain’t gon' finesse you

You was in that car, but you wasn’t shootin' shit, the boys will still arrest

you

Walk a nigga down, then watch his soul come out his body

When the chopper get to kickin', only time I know karate

You the type to do a drill, but only do it off of molly

Hate accusing us of bodies, was it this year? I don’t know, probably

Gotta slow down on the pills, shit is givin' nigga some mood swings

Ayy, that pistol by my side, that’s my lil' boo thing

In an SRT, but I’m still cruising, ayy

I don’t like to talk besides my music

You can’t trick me off the streets 'cause I ain’t stupid

Heard they sayin', «You got a voice,» so I’ma use it

Invest your time in me, I’ll make it worth it

Know I made mistakes, nobody perfect, grrt

Walk a nigga down, we do him smirkish

Faceshot, blow a nigga mouth for all that purpin'

'Fore you hop up in that car, turn off your service

Bitch, I got an eight on top my jersey

I be runnin' with dogs who love to bite, you cause attention when you start to

bark

Beat up his load so critical, turn the key, it won’t start

My mama used to lock me out the house, I was comin' home late, way after dark

One thing that I learned, my biggest weakness was havin' a heart