Broken Hearts

Broken hearts, empty pockets you come from where I come from

Even when you done right, you done wrong

My niggas sitting down for a stick

He didn't put gloves on this ain't no love song

Even as a juvie, I had paper that was mad long for certain

Over here, we're known for closing curtains I put it on my back like a burden

Get a drop, cause it's urgent Anytime they spot one, they work him

Same time, mummy praying for me I'm reading out them verses

Trying to see what the word is It gets funnier than that

My people really jump out all in black You can catch me on the high street