FADING HEART.

Original

Yeah, yeah. Beat on the beat.

Uh huh.

Uh, look, I got a drop on the arc, we gon' stop by they spot.

Let that big rock fuck her knot. Still on the block, fuck the cops.

Do all the work but I'm tuckin' my knot. Stuck in the box. Up in that Glock, we was thuggin' a lot.

I bring that shit home, what you fussin' about?

She say too much drugs in the house, but she stand on the brick, it's a dub in the couch. Ain't no lovin' me now, you made me like this.

You hurt me so bad, so it's hard to forget.

The problem with me, man, my heart is too big. These Louis got grip, I can't fall for no bitch.

Can't depend on you but can't wait to call me for shit. Can't put your heart in this shit.

H-must play your part. I turn to Ray with the card, man can't see me Ray in the dark.

Sure, shawty got ball. We roll 'em fatter than Cuban cigar. I want that paper like Cuban

Mark. Don't tell you enough, girl, you beautiful, yeah.

My face is a strap, I don't carry no gat. Plus my frame cost a rack, I don't hang with no rat.

Put the gang on my back, put your man in the back.

Maybach, I'm the same nigga from way back. Walk in the spot, where that cake at? Pussy so wet, where the lake at?

Shawty start with me like face tat. Talking on the phone all late.

Listening to Dre. Fuck around, eat her like steak. Fuck around, eat the boy face.

Pretty bitch go both ways. Big face Rollie, okay. My partner on E but the 40 on me.

That money on my back, now I'm straight. The lean help the pain go away.

Forty K for a fit, had to wear it four days. Countin' new money, thinkin' 'bout the old days.

I am a mack, these nigga olé. I am so G, these niggas so gay.

All on my dick on some fan shit. Look like a Glock but it sound like a hand stick.

When it got a button, it'll leave a nigga damaged. Damn it, huh, Nas Balenci, no more Hammy.

Down, better not mess with the family. Made her make a mess in her panties.

She sent the addy so I popped an Addy. Ain't nothin' I do average. Chasin' that baggage.

We catch 'em lackin', it's up like the attic.

Step near that clip while you better not panic. VV's on me and they dancin'. NeeNee callin' and she nasty.

KiKi callin' me harassin'. CC on me, now I'm flexin'. Wait 'til I pull out the next one.

We be on jet like the Jacksons. Girl, it was Nike, so who was gon' check him?

Gave her a X pill, she gave me necklace. We like the X-Men, we came to wreck shit.

Thought you was special, you like the next bitch. Show me affection, we got connections.

All in your spot like we inspectin'. Shit can get hectic, nigga get wet quick.

All of my killers, they desperate. So many blue, these bitches want separate.

That money separate, I found a better way. Twelve was trippin' on a nigga like Ella Mai.

Nigga, you further away. I'm more like Money May.

Cross me, a nigga the motherfuckin' hard way. I am the one, no Penny Hardaway, yeah