[VERSE]

I'm thinking too much about bars and shit

Maybe I should rap about cars and shit

You know nigga things

Weighed up on triple beam

Tryna find balance between your current schemes and your bigger dreams

Thinkin' 'bout small town days and ducking strays

Everyday they spray

You just pray you don't go away

'Cause every blessings a curse

When your first is a holiday

So you whippin' and pitchin'

Then break it down and you holla Yay(o)

But pitchers still gotta K

So you Strasburg with a Mossberg

Till you strike out

Tossed birds now don't cross words

They'll put your lights out

Now you got two choices

Build or destroy shit

Gun powder for power

Your cousin off of that boy shit

'Nother arm hit seen his dealer lost your conscience

As you spark shit

Killed a kid what's the consequence

Split his wig guess hе'll never know what love is

But hе knew that drugs is

His only way out

So every night he'd slip out

To that corner spot

Skipping school up on the block

12 years old in a pool of his own blood

While trippy off the mud

As much a fiend as your cuz

SEE

We all victims to different shit

Just switch prescription

Hittin' it got you trippin'

So Xanax the only thing that keep you living

Cause sober you wanna blow your mind away and start over

Your heart colder

[Chorus]

And this is for the cold hearts

Only thing left when the hood sparks

And I know you wanna fly away

And don't come back till the brighter day

So this is for the cold hearts

Only thing left when the soul parts

So go 'head baby wanna fly away

And don't come back till the brighter day

[VERSE]

Went from living ugly

To sipping bubbly

This Lyfe is lavish

Switching up your taxes bracket

The fts could not attack

Trust me the results are madness

Catch you in traffic lacked

Your brain on your fucking jacket

Your body gon feed the maggots

End of a life of savage

End of a Lyfe of pure

What's behind Heaven's door

Hell fire raises as you go on tour

Hitting different cities as you switch between the whores

The world is yours

From Montanas to Atlantas

Miami cabana gamblers

Hit King of Diamonds and throw them bands up

Hoping a stripper give him a quicky

Quickly his plans sunk

All he heard was put your hands up

Now do you man up, stand up, get smoked by the can sir

Or let them take your chain and hit the gram to embarrass ya

Life of the trappers and rappers

No actors a factors

These jackers will cap ya

Body under the Pastor

End of the laughter

Time to reveal your fate

Honor or disgrace

Horror on his face

Broken mental states

Baphomets don't see Heaven's gates

The cops won't take the case

Who gon set the play

Who gon make the plate

Who gon get it straight

Live tonight cause we can die today

Take this ride with me

[OUTRO]

And this is for the cold hearts

Only thing left when the hood sparks

Ye, Yay