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kiu - black heart lyrics

[verse]
b-tch it’s all or nothing, all this cash gotta pick it up
i was dead broke and my family they ain’t give a f-ck
now i need a bentley truck, jewels to light my wrists up
since a youngin’ i been runnin’ wild, now i got that bl!cky tucked
back then chrissy had me stuck, but i never got to f-ck
n-gga robbed me, gun up to my head but his trigger stuck
that was down west philly, 52nd, guess i was in luck
same n-ggas with me on that day, started switchin’ up
same n-ggas with me on that day, now they envy us
grandma kicked me out her crib, wonder why i got no trust
n-ggas hate it when you beat the odds rather see me cuffed
we was on our way but his mama f-cked that package up
she act like she knew me
how i’m suppose call a brother, brother if he looney?
welcome to the new me
told my hitta not to touch a n-gga he might sue me
throwin’ dirt, lying on my name sh-t -ssume me
all them n-ggas goofy, all them n-ggas groupies
one call leave a n-gga stankin’ like he blue cheese
when i touch my first mill, half goes to my umi
seen the beauty in my struggle, wore it like a ruby
took my chances runnin’ through the jungle but i’m gucci
i’m the only n-gga in the huddle like a loosie
i be half steppin’ over puddles in my 2 piece
new edition, cannot stand the rain when it’s gloomy
streets put me through a lot of pain, tryna school me
lost in it’s ways and i really can’t respect that
when i needed it the most all it did was set back
i knew i was all alone, i had to accept that
if you stand on loyalty nothing should affect that
i should of expect that
if you wasn’t riding with a n-gga, shoulda said that
ceiling drippin’ in the livin’ room, where i slept at
where momma kept the pets at
now they see me rollin’ up
bankroll pokin’ up
pressure made me hustle n-gga i ain’t never foldin’ up
i ain’t make it to the top yet, but i’m close enough
drop top
need a tampon got the bl–dy guts
double up
on a n-gga thinkin’ he can f-ck with us
techs up
swingin’ both arms, playin’ double dutch
next up
going for a ride n-gga buckle up
toughen up
need a black heart when you comin’ up
get there
need a big chair sittin’ in the air
beef where?
put a check on him like a questionnaire
drop a tear
then i drop down and i say a prayer
losin’ hair
stressin’ til i’m living like a millionaire
billionaire
and you know i brought the real in here
all my dawgs tryna eat with the silverware
they actin’ like i took a l i’m like n-gga where?
in the town thotties on the boy like brazilian hair
y-3
on my body
feel like booda man
we came a long way from the tuna can
now every time i pop out they say you the man
this the sh-t that made me who i am (for real)

- kiu lyrics

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