So not my hearts been patched
600 benz, house six hundred grand
You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts
Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts
Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.
Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
I sing nd let it ring
Seen, but damn girl you smoking
Both of their hearts are now shattered,
Momma in the bathroom poppa at work
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
But they will never reach our hearts,
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