Songtexte Heart - RyMacc

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
Fuck em' all, I'm finna ball
And if I fuck 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 fuck 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