Hearts Of Uncles Lyrics

Trying to run me up a ticket on these motherfuckers

I clutch my iron like all the time

Think bout the ones that love you

Lil bitch you with ain't on her shit

Take out the trash & dump her

Ain't shit to get back to that shit like who got time for trouble

& this that thuggish ruggish shit

This ain't no royal rumble

& if I hit'em with this stick I bet the boy a fumble

& I can make it with no scars out the hearts of jungles

Boy fuck this rap cause I'll snap & break the hearts of uncles

Y'all knowing that it's danger in this fucking city

Long live my niggas

In due time

I'm finna keep them busy

I never had to put this on me

This shit living in me

Know when you got & take ya L's the same way you winning

For years standing on some business & it's all attention

Keep fucking up

Some luck enough to leave a nigga dripping

& he keep talking out his body he ain't leaving with it

Whoever with him might be mad they even know the nigga

Run me up a tag

& show my ass they going want to get me

Niggas go out sad

You touch a bag you going know the difference

Find my lick of sense

& got my bag

This the road to millions

Mind your business please

Jus sip your tea if you can hold the liquid

Nigga finna switch up on his team for the role he given

Pressure making diamonds out of dirt

It's fuck the hopeful living

If ain't no pain ain't no gain

I deserve the feeling

Snitching on them people nowadays you can earn a killing

You niggas joke mad that I smile like I don't see how we live

No where to go & I ain't leaving fuck whatever you hearing

I keep my pole for whoever live they life on the edge

You going catch me front & center death whatever it is

Been getting tired of niggas with the talking

He stay out

& he out his mind

He bound to see the coffin

He play too tough & stick around

He ain't going see tomorrow

& he done put in all that work to lose it to a hollow

Guessing he ain't get the motto

Look like he done hit the lotto

Ain't shit to clap these semi autos

Give him all bravados

Think I'm not bout that shit we on

They never caught me tweaking

You ever get to hear my business prolly caught him reaching nigga

Trying to run me up a ticket on these motherfuckers

I clutch my iron like all the time

Think bout the ones that love you

Lil bitch you with ain't on her shit

Take out the trash & dump her

Ain't shit to get back to that shit like who got time for trouble

& this that thuggish ruggish shit

This ain't no royal rumble

& if I hit'em with this stick I bet the boy a fumble

& I can make it with no scars out the hearts of jungles

Boy fuck this rap cause I'll snap & break the hearts of uncles