No heart
Trapland Pat
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New year I still be up before the sun doe
Ain’t never been two I always knew I be the one doe
& I was really grinding while Dey all had fun doe
Really from the trenches u cud tell I’m from the slums doe
Sticking to the principle cuz Ion follow guidelines
Last year it was all u but now it’s my time
Want me to be her main I rather be the sideline
Dem hoes be tryna knock mе u could see it on my timeline
Gotta stay focused nеver get noticed
The way that we be shifting you’ll swear that I’m the potus
The way I switch the flaw you’ll think a nigga stole it
She just go to riding i cane een much control it
They ain’t wanna see me up just wanna see me down
That’s y I keep my distance ion even come around
Ima king round this bitch I’m really waitin on my crown
I come around the haters ion never hear no fucking sounds
Slime everybody playin snake na
I’m used to Roman noodles now they bring a nigga steak na
Used to eat knock offs now its Frosted Flakes na
That pussy like a faucet she be wetter den a lake na
Dreams to reality but they ain’t even clapping for me
Don’t need no damn worker ion need nobody trapping for me
But I keep some shooters best believe that they smacking for me
& if they don’t hit I say the word they double back in for me
Sayin they gon ride but I know they ain’t gon ride tho
U can’t ride this wave cuz this tide to high woe
U kno just Wea they at tell me why you ain’t slide doe
They callin him the truth whoever sayin that lied doe
Real humble wit this shit I rather sit back
Stock on the chop cuz it got to much kick back
Heard about that lick I’m just tryna get my lick back
Nigga steady bitin on my flow like lemme get that
Let dem hoes pick & choose cuz I ain’t losing
Early morning grind I cud tell u niggas snoozing
Only love my mama cuz these so confusing
& You ion want dem Ms I cud tell cuz u cruising
We winning round hea steady spinnin round hea
Lotta crosses on the window cuz we sinning round hea
Shit real in the field jus no they drillin round hea
Keep ya head on the swivel cuz Dey killing round hea
Ain’t never been two I always knew I be the one doe
& I was really grinding while Dey all had fun doe
Really from the trenches u cud tell I’m from the slums doe
Sticking to the principle cuz Ion follow guidelines
Last year it was all u but now it’s my time
Want me to be her main I rather be the sideline
Dem hoes be tryna knock mе u could see it on my timeline
Gotta stay focused nеver get noticed
The way that we be shifting you’ll swear that I’m the potus
The way I switch the flaw you’ll think a nigga stole it
She just go to riding i cane een much control it
They ain’t wanna see me up just wanna see me down
That’s y I keep my distance ion even come around
Ima king round this bitch I’m really waitin on my crown
I come around the haters ion never hear no fucking sounds
Slime everybody playin snake na
I’m used to Roman noodles now they bring a nigga steak na
Used to eat knock offs now its Frosted Flakes na
That pussy like a faucet she be wetter den a lake na
Dreams to reality but they ain’t even clapping for me
Don’t need no damn worker ion need nobody trapping for me
But I keep some shooters best believe that they smacking for me
& if they don’t hit I say the word they double back in for me
Sayin they gon ride but I know they ain’t gon ride tho
U can’t ride this wave cuz this tide to high woe
U kno just Wea they at tell me why you ain’t slide doe
They callin him the truth whoever sayin that lied doe
Real humble wit this shit I rather sit back
Stock on the chop cuz it got to much kick back
Heard about that lick I’m just tryna get my lick back
Nigga steady bitin on my flow like lemme get that
Let dem hoes pick & choose cuz I ain’t losing
Early morning grind I cud tell u niggas snoozing
Only love my mama cuz these so confusing
& You ion want dem Ms I cud tell cuz u cruising
We winning round hea steady spinnin round hea
Lotta crosses on the window cuz we sinning round hea
Shit real in the field jus no they drillin round hea
Keep ya head on the swivel cuz Dey killing round hea
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