J Scip - Heavy Hearted

Perfecting my craft
You told me I couldn't do it, now I got this money shittin' out my ass
New world cruel learned the hard way, keep six feet wear a mask
Fuck school ran the hallways, I do anything for the racks
I been gettin' to it fast run up to commas, keep it all in cash
Look now ima grown man
I ain't fuckin' on that bitch unless she take the whole thing
They only get on your dick when they see that you rollin' live lovely, I won't change
Baby you can tell I'm different, don't fuck up the vision I stayed up for long days
Find the reason you existing and it stick it stop bitching life is a cold case
Find the reasons why you trippin' and fix them before it's time you gotta go away
I ain't dying with regrets on my back, that's for sure
I ain't dying with regrets on my back, that's for sure
If I ever said I love you, I'm sorry
I fronted' I put on a hoax
Found my way to the blue hundreds, could feel it inside of me, bitch, I'm a Goat
When it's my time to go, dress me in diamonds and Christian Dior
When it's my time, ill know, as long as I'm breathin', I'm stackin' this dough
Fuck that lil' thottie, I'm all on her body we made it, I'm makin' a toast
Split the money with my bros, we made a profit, we all gonna ball
Used to rock the same clothes, look now the labels wanna come and call
She want me swimmin' in raw, she gonna fuck me and tell you she don't
We'll never end in a draw, just the beginning I put that on God
We gon' keep breakin' the law, until my patek and necklace all froze
She wanna be fucked, I'm a dog, move and he lettin' it blow
Learn how to live on your own, prove everyone wrong
Forever I'm runnin' it up
I always knew it was us
I'ma go hard with this shit, run down, you testing your luck
I'm poppin' bottles to sip, start up a riot you fucked
I never lie on my kids, I never cry to the feds
We want the Prada and Dolce Gabbana now this is the life that we live
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We want the Prada and Dolce Gabbana now this is the life that we live
Perfecting my craft
You told me I couldn't do it, now I got this money shittin' out my ass
New world cruel learned the hard way, keep six feet wear a mask
Fuck school ran the hallways, I do anything for the racks
I been gettin' to it fast run up to commas, keep it all in cash
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

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J Scip

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