Gold Medal Music - Heartless (feat. Profit & Loon Chapo)

Now that we up I guess that they mad
Cuz I spent my last on this shit
Had to find me a plug and go spend a dub
Now I’m living lavish wit it
I been running it up
I need a bitch wit a ass I might buy her some tits
Put them bow’s in the trunk
I just might rev up the gas when I hop in the Vette
Diamond watch but need a Patek
Don’t want the pussy need the neck
Took some losses that shit was a test
Just to see how severe was the risk
Had to lose a couple on the backend
Remember back then we ain’t have shit
Dirty clothes with no mattresses
But shit we still had a crib
I was sleeping on the floor when the Jakes came in
I had to run through the back door
OG told me you better watch what you ask for
Deaths come in 3 but we had 4
Say she love you right now but that love don’t last long
Seen where she go when the cash gone
At the T-I-P
In the V-I-P
Cashmere on me with the Gucci
Time to D-I-P
If I see the police
I’m living my life like a movie
Tryna stay lowkey
All eyes on me
I’m doing this shit for my team
Told the plug to hook me up Kareem
Stuffing that dope in my jeans
I work hard nigga
Brought my pride to the floor
We was kicking in doors
Remember them nights that I starved nigga
And If I got it then we all winning
All profit in then split it all nigga
Gold Medal Music still 500
Barley take pics
Don’t run up bitch cuz you out numbered
Now that we up I guess that they mad
Cuz I spent my last on this shit
Had to find me a plug and go spend a dub
Now I’m living lavish wit it
I been running it up
I need a bitch wit a ass I might buy her some tits
Put them bow’s in the trunk
I just might rev up the gas when I hop in the Vette
Diamond watch but need a Patek
Don’t want the pussy need the neck
Took some losses that shit was a test
Just to see how severe was the risk
Had to lose a couple on the backend
Remember back then we ain’t have shit
Dirty clothes with no mattresses
But shit we still had a crib
I woke up early on an empty stomach
I was eating on my last onion
Told niggas we was getting rich even though we ain't really have nothing
Asked God watch over my young nigga cuz they done pushed his last button
Just graduated high-school
Woke up next day they done shot his cousin
Found a plug now I’m tucked off
Hate to see you winning but I gotta love it
Hell naw I can’t trust y’all
Nigga's knock you off thinking nothing of it
Screaming fuck that laws
We don’t get involved
Had to add it up put it in a budget
Run it up I ain’t running from it
Had to get it they ain’t really want it
Now that we up I guess that they mad
Cuz I spent my last on this shit
Had to find me a plug and go spend a dub
Now I’m living lavish wit it
I been running it up
I need a bitch wit a ass I might buy her some tits
Put them bow’s in the trunk
I just might rev up the gas when I hop in the Vette
Diamond watch but need a Patek
Don’t want the pussy need the neck
Took some losses that shit was a test
Just to see how severe was the risk
Had to lose a couple on the backend
Remember back then we ain’t have shit
Dirty clothes with no mattresses
But shit we still had a crib

Written by:
Gold Medal Music, Da'Ron Vinice, Jonathan Sherard, Loon Chapo

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