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Heartless (Clean) - Polo G/Mustard
Lyrics by：Taurus Tremani Bartlett/Dijon McFarlane
Composed by：Taurus Tremani Bartlett/Dijon McFarlane
Living on the beat
My youngins heartless
So they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead
He got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head
He wanna see some more brains
On that corner
I couldn't stay up out that d**e game
My cousin got indicted dealin' c*****e
She an Instagram addict
She want more fame
I used to starve
Now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner self
I promise you I won't change
We make it hot up on your block
We let that heat blow
Catch an opp we dump the clip
It's time to reload
Put a scope on the AR just like a peephole
Think he a bully
We got choppers for the Deebo
Seven-figure
Tryna maximize them three O's
Before the bag
I was all the freak hoes
Ballin' hard
Young legend out the Chi
I'm like D-Rose
Cap how you make it out this
I got the cheat code
Way more than life than just the hood
I'm tryna reach goals
Maxine my heart
Since you've been gone
I miss your sweet soul ayy
Never tell a statement
We won't leak those
Better not go talkin' to them people
Better keep closed
My youngins heartless
So they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead
He got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head
He wanna see some more brains
On that corner
I couldn't stay up out that d**e game
My cousin got indicted dealin' c*****e
She an Instagram addict
She want more fame
I used to starve
Now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner self
I promise you I won't change
We hold a grudge and we want blood
We can't look past the issue
Play with us and you gon' die
It's kinda simple
Show no mercy we gon' kill whoever ridin' with you
Catch you on the other side
Then we gon' have to get you
Condolences to your family
They gon' have to miss you
Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark
That's if I pass the signal
My right-hand mans he got his name
'Cause he gon' blast the pistol
Earned our stripes
We gon' blow if a play foul
You would think we had a whistle
Lil Capalot G-O-A-T yeah
That's that guy's initials
Happiness and depression
I'm stuck inside the middle
I fell in love with dollar signs
Won't let my mind forget you
Get off
We spend it all on fast cars and shinin' crystals
My youngins heartless
So they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead
He got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head
He wanna see some more brains
On that corner I couldn't stay up out that d**e game d**e
My cousin got indicted dealin' c*****e
She an Instagram addict
She want more fame
I used to starve
Now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner self
I promise you I won't change
Won't change
Won't change
Won't change