give thru the heart

i crank my music get to rolling through the city

and roll 'em back to back blowing through a fifty

my hat fendi

chain cuban

car american

looking and smelling like money but far from arrogant

the ghetto dalai lama in prada and jordan 1's

the one who prophesized these wins with more to come

with the sight of nostradamus i promise there's more commas

stack enough paper to make proud our forefathers

for the kids with no fathers we build foundations

for those who feel alone we build the nation

to ball on fuck niggas who persecute and judge niggas

40 cal on the waist in case we slug niggas

ain't no back and forth

you can't tug with us

ain't no backing down

ain't no quitters

survival of the fittest

we the fittest

fifty biscuits at your biscuit nigga

time is money

wouldn't risk it with us

trunk shaking

frame scraping on the boulevard

pray my niggas get to stop moving hard

my young 'un got weed by the yard

his sister moves bundles for the bars

they just hustling

they just wanna beat the odds

shit cloudy where they from

they trying to be a star

momma home

papa gone

big brother locked up

gotta stay strong

but they give through the heart

praying one day that'll lift the sin from their heart

knowing all this evil cannot stem from a god

there's gotta be better ways to make better days

they say it's in how we pray to make sure it stays

no masquerade can change fate when death come

and those impacted will stay just how you left them

and always give through the heart

protect the ones you love and always finish what you start