Heart Less

F*ck the fake, chase the guap, stacking cheese Making profit, they just love, show the hate Cook these beats give me a pot, And I've been whipping on the roads, motorway, baked off crop And I'm running to the money, never running to a thot F*ck you thought, money chasing it Cali strap, I'm blazing it, I'm too fried, bill another one just for the sake of it Focused on my paper, ain't no time for these relationships And I ain't billing splifs, but I'm looking for where the paper is Always kept my head straight, I don't listen to the hate Running to the cash, I guess every day is leg day And when I'm tired, hop in the whip, straight accelerate, 100 in a 50, I ain't even thinking about The brakes, stress up on my mind, this one chick say I should meditate But I just medicate, feel peace when I smoke wedding cake Or when I'm smoking gelonade, strap it, take my pain away Hustle just to see the sun shine through all these rainy days And I've been working, she like a bit of P&D In the whip when I'm skirting, she got no chill That ain't my bae, man, For Certain Hold me down, stay around, I guess I'm still searching Still a sinner like Merlin, all this cash that I'm earning, My heart been on ice like I'm curling Swept under the carpet, cause I just need pound sterling Man I'd die for my team like I'm Berlin And the jealousy lingers everywhere, it's concerning And why they hate me for? Made some cash Now it's time for me to make some more But I should smoke less, take no rest Sorry bae, I'm running to the cash So I'll probably use my Heart Less Don't trust a snake or rat, invested in these beats and tracks Hoping that I make it back Don't trust a bitch, either, man, you should never lack Telling lies like a dead trim hiding behind the cap Don't tell me cap, you know you wrong for that Focused on the cheddar so don't come like where the bitches at To the top with my bros, like f*ck a snake or rat Married to the money, man, I think that I've become attached Make it to the top, soon there with my bros Kept my circle tight so you can never get close Cause you never know who's gonna take the back door Hustling with my bros, we can't afford to die poor Early morning eyes sore, chasing P, I want more And some people never change, you just as fake as before I like the way she say cheese and hitting that pose But mummy told me lock in and don't be trusting these hoes You get me And why they hate me for? Made some cash Now it's time for me to make some more But I should smoke less, take no rest Sorry bae, I'm running to the cash So I'll probably use my heart less