Текст песни From The Heart mix 2 - Sir Hop

Yo
PBoi you a fool for this one bro
Yo

From the heart of College Park to the head of Buckhead
Every microphone I touch is dead
Y'all niggas all fled
Room full of bitches seeing red
You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped

In the yo I use pro tools, the streets I use logic
Instead hanging in em, I prefer to sell projects
Niggas stayed sleep while I made my grand rising
Enterprising off this rhyming and on the side I was grinding
On the side was some problems I had to fix on my own
To my back is a past I like to think from which I've grown
Thoughts flown through my mental
Music and sentimental
I'm in Atlanta smoking on some weed from Sacramento
You only see my face like, at late night, Leno
In shorthand, this can get graphic, steno
Niggas don't be worth the weight I put inside my rillos
Actin tough but I been hit with harder pillows
Let's go... You know what I'm about
Made a couple hunnid THEN left out the house
I still wanna ramp it up
Hanging out with shawty imma make her panties dampen up
Put her in a full nelson 'til her body cramping up
I'm on the swarm, not even in final form
You better eat before I fix my plate, you been warned
I done weathered the storm, reborn fully adorned
You better eat before I fix my plate, you been warned

From the heart of College Park to the head of Buckhead
Every microphone I touch is dead
Y'all niggas all fled
Room full of bitches seeing red
You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped
From the heart of College Park to the top of Buckhead
Now every mic I touch is dead
Y'all niggas all fled
Room full of bitches seeing red
You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped (AGH!)