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I don’t think I got a heart left.
The girls say I move heartless.
In the streets, no games, No chess.
I put the mercs, in s…
I do more and I’m talking less.
I get money, ain’t tryner be the best.
I got opps, and they all look a mess.
I realised, that life is a test.
And I wonder Whos gonna die next.
Who’s next, who’s next, who’s next.
I tell my niggaz in the streets, stay bless.
I heard I had money on my head.
Fam it’s been a few years, and a nigga ain’t dead.
Say it with ur chest pls
Hit it den it’s on to the next pls..
I got a girlfriend all of dem sexy but no1 can’t get me , ya get me…
Fragrance smelling all zesty
Had both girls on there knees they were besties…
Came try packets all heafty
Swag so clean lookin like god sent me….
Pls don’t test my gangster (why)
Am a general been top ranker…
Niggas are better off fighting dat cancer
Man drop dick In ya girl like am anchor..
Am a banker
VIP might see me skankin
Fire in my circle but no1 ain’t camping
You know me and mine do the damn ting
I don’t think I got a heart left.
The girls say I move heartless.
In the streets, no games, No chess.
I put the mercs, in s…
I do more and I’m talking less.
I get money, ain’t tryner be the best.
I got opps, and they all look a mess.
I realised, that life is a test.
And I wonder Whos gonna die next.
Who’s next, who’s next, who’s next.
I tell my niggaz in the streets, stay bless.
I heard I had money on my head.
Fam it’s been a few years, and a nigga ain’t dead.
I got my guard up, 2 new Skeng’s.
If I ever have an issue, I don’t call no friends.
I’m wid a Leng Leng, Pussy 10/10.
Yh jetski, Give her that Rippy Bong Skeng.
wag1… some niggas fake as fuck.
And I’ll say it to your face, & what.
I realised, some man are just soft.
I realised bare man are just washed.
I’m in Naij, tryner buy more bricks.
Late night swims, Ima put a pool in the crib
A big 1, I’m tryner jetski in it.
You can do what you want, but
I don’t think I got a heart left.
The girls say I move heartless.
In the streets, no games, No chess.
I put the mercs, in s…
I do more and I’m talking less.
I get money, ain’t tryner be the best.
I got opps, and they all look a mess.
I realised, that life is a test.
And I wonder Whos gonna die next.
Who’s next, who’s next, whos next.
I got these old niggaz upset.
I got niggaz putting money on my head.
And I still ain’t been touched, better go and get your bread.
WRITERS
TYRIQUE SHAHEED WILLIAMS, TY BEATS, AGASSI ODUSINA
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © NW ROYALTY CONSULTING, LLC.
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