Heart Break

Yeah, yeah This one right here, man This on my hood R.I.P. Pasta Hassan Two-five And all my niggas that's live Look I sit back and reminisce Homie told me never miss Young nigga with the grip, destroyin' homes, sinkin' ships F*ck your bitch before I dip I'm a mack, not a pimp Left my word as a tip Lip sealed like a gift Been a G that's off the rip O he talkin, let him talk the fifth will Scoop him call it lift Ease my conscience, need a spliff Scorpio to my bones so my moves steady shift Wonderin' about God and if Jesus do exist I grip my teeth and clench my fists Hope to make the list Just to get ahead Sin and take a risk Slim chance to make it Destination hell's abyss Gotta pop a oxy just to ease the pain a bit I got fams that make me sick Quick to play the vic Friends that wasn't shit that got fazed about the pic Bitches claim they loyal till they meet a richer dick Learn not to spoil em, f*ck em twice before I split My mind is always on the lick Like f*ck goin' legit Suicidal Walkin' around doley with the stick Convict since a youngin Mama prayin' that I quit Pops bagged them onions Caught a bullet cause he slipped Crackers talkin' out they lip Like it's slavery with the whip Like get crazy nigga flip So I can hang you from a blimp Thinkin' that we sleepin' but we woke So who's the simp Walkin' with my limp I'm a Mack, not a pimp, not a pimp