Heartbroken

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(Yo GG, turn it up!)
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 I remember vividly
 Obituaries with lovin' memory
 Realest nigga that's how I remember him
 Try not to let it get to me
 Me and this Nicky got a lil' chemistry
 Trophies on my neck from all the victories
 I promise not let you down
 It fucked me up, 'cause once you up, they tend to tear you down
 They left me out, on all the plays, and that'll stress you out
 But I never doubted what I'm worth, check out the blessings now
 The highest rank around this bitch, it ain't no steppin' down
 No f'in around, but you know I keep that FN 'round
 I told my mama, I'ma make sure they respect your child
 I love you baby, and I know you nothin' less than proud
 Let's holla at Dev, ride off of fourth, we in the second house
 I love my soil like a nigga love his second child
 I'm tryna be the one that's throwin', 'stead of catchin' 'rounds
 Forever Pebbles, know my killers nothin' less than proud
 I swear that I'd be lyin'
 If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half
 From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab
 Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air
 Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death
 Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here
 Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed
 Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb'
 This shit so crazy, but I know right 'round the corner be death
 I got the bitty on my shoulder, so it a lil' colder
 Killa fried him, sunny side him, until I flipped him over
 Picked up 30 K in blues, somewhere in Minnesota
 I heard you went out in the pen, they had you bendin' over
 It ain't no secret 'bout him tellin', but he been a roller
 First time I let off, blam, I tried to kill a smoker
 Took a bitch to Figueroa in that Ford Focus
 Same one we pulled up on the suckas, eatin' doors open
 Bookies in the honey bourbon 'cause it's more poured ('cause it's more poured)
 Four potion, need to bend it 'cause the score dosage (score dosage)
 They do it for promotion only purposes
 What about the killers, doin' life? They really murder shit
 I miss you, even though I hardly strike a kite, we ain't forget you
 How you bite the only hand that fed you? I forgive you
 Retaliation mandatory, we gon' come and get you (yeah)
 You gon' get your wish
 I swear that I'd be lyin'
 If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half
 From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab
 Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air
 Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death
 Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here
 Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed
 Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb'
 This shit so crazy, but I know right 'round the corner be death
 

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Duration
02:37
Key
7
Tempo
87 BPM

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