Borough Baby (feat. Frank Rich T.B.H)

You ever got your heart broken Then had to go to work We had to get it out the mud Fight through the storm Get it out the dirt Living like I'm 40 But I'm 20 Got me living in reverse His heart don't even beat that way Pussy I see it through his shirt I got a heart of steal I'll never trip off a deal I don't just jump to the next girl I use some time heal We turning the tables We don't really need a label They playing games like fable Watching the news Cause we ain't have cable 4 AM and we got shit jumping We don't need reason We turn up for nothing Married to music The music I'm cuffing My shit hot Like it came out the oven She like surprises I sent a dozen She love the flowers She want all my loving I got her roses that shit ain't nothing Promise to god I'm still not cuffing Before I love it's gon take time I got a whole lot of pride You gotta kill me to break mine I don't believe in it But they be telling me I gotta f*ck with the same sign Astrology more like mythology Oh You believe it okay fine Might make it one day momma Might see you one day granny Watching moesha sipping brandy Then go billy mandy My thoughts is artsy fartsy No need gas me I'm also social sassy Please don't at me And I got a heart of steel She want me to say I loved her after I fucked her She got a heart still Regardless how u feel She said pretend Its just a drill I was born a slave  imma die a legend  At my funeral Dmx Gon be the reverend Cause it was dark And hell was hot  Woke up felt I missed my slot  I want to share how can I not Nobody want these drugs I got  Wait a minute Let me change the plot As the barrel of the pistol cock These thoughts That you wish you got From high hopes  To a down slope  Look your path is cemented  Now its back to being cold The window to your soul is tinted  But it's cool if you know who in it Egyptian pyramids  Where the kid  Spirit is hid  Where it's forbid  But shit I still slid Forget cursive It's specific hieroglyphics Close to basquiat Painting at exhibits Truly monolithic With the writing on the walls Shit I fit the description A borough baby peak is a prison My mind is a prism My third eye twitching