Heart Speaks Lyrics

Listen to my heart speak

I hope it ain't a hard beat

Tryna make it work

In Gods speed

Man I've been struggling

For the paper

I've been hustling

Since a youngin

I've been running it

It's a cold game for money

Gotta bring a coat

Everytime I spit a line

I know these

Nigga's finna quote

Is it me or anger

That is speaking

Guess I'll never know

Always overworking in

The studio tryna

Make me blow

This my third album will

I make it to the Radios

Anxiety be killing me

Most my friends

Are enemies

Left in the past

Couldn't deal

With their diversity

They changing up like

Melanin from homies

Straight to frenemies

Never gave a fuck

Only fuck I give

Is dignity

Chop em with success

Then I bury them

With loyalty

My heart has

Been depressed

So the life I live

Is stressing me

I'm suffocating mentally

Atleast my crown is royalty

Tryna buy a benz

Skipping class

For my Family

I'll do it if they ask

Never care if

It's costing me

My Future looking dusty

So I guess I got to polish it

They waiting for my ends

But my raps are till infinity

These bars I spit

Are capturing

My mind is gone

Need concealing

Where's my destination ?

I don't know

Maybe in Beverly

Lost and I was found

They used my

Traces as the remedy

So I can't pay no mind

To all these cats

Coz they be

Catering

I break these

Walls I'm scattering

I'm pro don't

Need no methazine

Gotta get that paper

Then I flip it

Get the prodigy?

They know that I got energy

Can't let no fakes

Surrounding me

Baby it's so simple

If you love me say

You proud of me

I spent a lot time

I'm tryna figure

If it's paying me

I've said a lot of rhymes

I'm tryna figure

If it's rhythmic

I told a lot lies

I ain't saying

Shit like literally

I've poked a lot eyes

So for sure I know

They seeing me

I've touch a lot of hearts

So for sure I know

They feeling me

I'm in the Scene

I'm Filming

I got some guns

I'm gibarresh

Shot you on your face

Just to show you

That I'm sickarish

I've been about the bread

Fully loaded like a bakery

Listen to my heart speak

I hope it ain't a hard beat

Tryna make it work

In Gods speed

Man I've been struggling

For the paper

I've been hustling

Since a youngin

I've been running it

Listen to my heart speak

I hope it ain't a hard beat

Tryna make it work

In Gods speed

Man I've been struggling

For the paper

I've been hustling

Since a youngin

I've been running it

It's a war game for money

Gotta bring a sword

I see a lot niggas busy hating

But we all got choice

I see a lot niggas busy

Switchin

Guess they made a choice

I can't let nobody

Fucken treat me like

A second choice

This my third album

Volume up we gotta

Make some noise

Yeah for sure we do a toast

Keep the flowers

Gimme rose

They thought I

That I was dead

Like a flower

Then I fucken rose

Take a pic don't do pose

I'm putting on

My diamond chokes

Sniffing on these lines

While they wishing

That I choke n flope

Pay a peace of mind

If you need me I'll be at the top

I cannot skip the grind

For the paper

I'm gon really walk

If she wasting my time

Then I hang her

On the fucken clock

You see me it's on side

On my shoulder where

I keep my glock

They know that I'm alive

It's a shame that they

Can't even talk

I've been about that life

Get money buy a milli rock

She know that I'm a dime

So she treats me

like the only one

You know that it's alright

One day we finna

Make it pop