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Heart Racing

 

Heart Racing

(альбом: Neighborhood Hero - 2018)


Traphouse
Know where the trap be
Nobody loves me where the trap be

I don't see no finish line, but my heart racing
Fuck the judge, no, fuck the system, they all racist (Yeah)
Free Lil Joe, wish he could beat all cases
The whole time he thought it was up, they was all hating
We gon' stack that paper, run it up always
This one right here for all them niggas that got threw away
We can't never leave, we call it street love
Nobody else was there, it still was street love

Ain't figured it out yet, but I know it's a way I can get my niggas back
And we don't never pray, we so quick to get on our knees to shoot some craps
And we ain't never fuck, she so quick to get on her phone and pull up Snap (Yeah)
So-and-so killed that boy, but he ain't never throw away his strap (Yeah)
Seen niggas die, seen niggas get life, we still in that trap
And they built some favors in the prison, that shit still ain't fair (Yeah)
Money calling, I can't get no sleep, I won't take no nap (Yeah)
Fuck a bitch, then I'ma put on my drip, now they think I'm Fab (Yeah)
If you didn't get it, "F.A.B." stands for "Fuck a bitch" (Yeah)
Made him sneak straps in the club, he know we ain't trusting shit (Yeah)
Every time I hear they hating, I make another hit (Yeah)
Saw my last ho fuck around and bought another bitch
Know you ain't seen him in a while
So say a prayer for your dawg
Twenty-three hours behind the wall
Like Michael J's, he was tryna buy his kids some Michael J's (Yeah)
She know I'ma leave this drip, that's every time I move
Diamonds on me, they flooded, I can take you on a cruise
Tryna make this shit in rap, too many made the news (Yeah)
She say she ready to fuck just 'cause she like my shoes (Like my Loubs)

I don't see no finish line, but my heart racing
Fuck the judge, no, fuck the system, they all racist (Yeah)
Free Lil Joe, wish he could beat all cases
The whole time he thought it was up, they was all hating
We gon' stack that paper, run it up always
This one right here for all them niggas that got threw away
We can't never leave, we call it street love
Nobody else was there, it still was street love

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