From The Heart Lyrics by DJ BOOKER & NLE Choppa
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Different *** every night, yeah you know I’m livin’ elegant
“Choppa you a prophet”, they like “that young *** heaven sent”
Prayin’ to the Lord every night like the reverend
I know my prayers workin’ ’cause the Lord keep on blessin’ me
Look up to Nipsey Hussle, yeah I’m a bone thug (A bone thug)
A couple *** then you know I might disown her (Disown her)
She say that she ain’t swallow nut, you got me *** up (You got me *** up)
You better swallow every bit ’til it’s in yo’ gut
Godzilla when I walk, I’m a big stepper (I’m a big stepper)
A demon seed child like I’m prayin’ to the devil (I’m prayin’ to the devil)
If I ain’t had that talk with God, I would’ve been stretched up (I would’ve been stretched up)
And if her *** wasn’t good, I would’ve been left her (I would’ve been left her)
Don’t give a *** about you, I give a *** about me
Don dada, Rastafarian, Jamaican in me
You know I never graduated but it’s first degree (Yeah!)
The Percocets they gettin’ weak, I’m finna sip me some lean (Nah, nah)
Hey, I ease my mind smoking *** (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘Cause I can’t lie, I had my mind blown
No love, don’t live here no more (Don’t live here no more)
And plus, I’m in a different state and different time zone
[?] a *** to come and fill my needs
I wish the happiness could sit up on the Christmas tree (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You hear ’em call out loud ’cause my soul bleed
You smokin’ loud right now, but I’m lonely
A lot of problems, I ain’t got no one to talk to
And where’s God? I just need someone to walk to (To walk to)
And I just got 20k for a walkthrough (For a walkthrough)
But I was just on the block handing out that dog food
You wanna feel pain? Step inside my shoes
You wanna be hurt but had no one to cry to (No one to cry to)
I gave that *** somethin’ to eat, but he want my food (He want my food)
She sucked the *** the first date, that’s what the bag do (The bag do)
I pop a Perc’ every day, I turn into a junky (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
A real Crip, but this blood sittin’ on my money (Yeah, a real Crip)
I shot ten, he shot twelve, that’s a dime a dozen (Brrrr)
I’m back up on that ***, *** it ain’t no repercussion
[?] gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Don’t you reach for my *** chain, chain (Don’t you reach ***)
I swear to god we gon’ make it rain, rain (***, Brrrr)
Lotta’ motherfuckin’ [?] (***!, ***!) (Yeah!)
And these dead [?] out my body (mean this *** ***)
30’s in a [?] ( We on a [?], we gon’ do it for real ***)
I dont’ cut off nobody (Im’a *** for my niggas[?])
[?] (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
*** a famous *** on my ***, want some clout
Can’t put it in your *** bae, I’ll put it in your mouth
She wan’t me to spoil her, and filled her bank account
I’m like “*** shut the *** up, what you thinkin’ bout’?”
A real kiss, backhand, I’ma smack her out (***!)
Indonesia [?] she keep tapping out
I told her shut up, take this ***, she got me spazzing out (Take ***)
Now I’m sittin’ in the closet cause her dad walked in the house (Yeah!)
These *** *** freak, bitche everyday of the week (What?)
She just called on a late night she can get you dig
She can come and get my *** [?]
Tell Tupac I’mma put him on a remix
I made it in this rap I wish it [?]
Percocets on the [?] ’cause I’m fiendin’ (I need them)
You say that I’m a *** ***, you don’t mean it (I’m a shooter)
My dawg [?] me then he died, what a sequence (Brr, brr, brr)
I told my momma when I was five, my role model was a demon
Ay, NLE the Top Shotta *** don’t get [?]
You know what I’m sayin’? What the *** a *** [?]
Niggas already know what the *** I’m gon’ do
Niggas already know me
Know I’ma pop my ***, I’ma pop my ***
I’ma pop my ***, I’ma pop my ***
NLE the Top Shotta, got the bombs like Al-Qaeda