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Heartless (feat. Big Hit & Hit-Boy)

The Alchemist

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The soul needs helping
We have been put in the position somehow
You will be helped
And your soul—

Suited up, ready for y'all
Hunnid shot yoppers holdin' steady for y'all
Slang hot balls at bitch niggas and cops
Hit the gate, then I'm off to a whole 'nother block
While the ghetto bird flock, I'm in the house pitchin' rocks
Couple bad bitches, in they mouth is a cock
In my hands, two Glocks, ain't no slippin' at all
Feds hit the door, I'm lettin' off the Dracos
Just so you know, Pasadena ain't safe
I'll put you somewhere quiet if you in need of a break
Only lead is you stank, bitch nigga, I told y'all
Put that one ninety on ya body and scold y'all
Fold you niggas up in the trunks, get kidnapped
March you to the spot, crack the safe and get that
Desert Eagle aimin' straight where your ribs at
If you don't get smoked, end up with that shit pack
A mood, known to leave bitch niggas woozy
Smellin' that aroma straight fire from Uzis
You fuck niggas losin' me, think it's a joke?
Let's go to war and see who survive the gun smoke, uh

Real nigga
Heartless, fuck how ya feel nigga
Showin' these bustas how to build they figures
How to break down a brick and build a corporate building
Uh, boy, I bangs for real
Nigga, where I'm from, it ain't strange to kill
Catch me in ya hood, I came for skrill
Pitchin' hot balls out this stainless steel

So, you mean some of your friends been killed?
Yeah, simple cause
What's the simple cause?
That's how we feel
We die, it's like, we gon' kill one of them
One of them dying

You niggas better off slashin' ya wrist
Set you up with a bitch, then I'm snatchin' ya bricks
Don't slip, I'm hungry when it comes to them chips
Nigga, fuck the IRS, Damu's repossess ya soul
The trouble you in get ya body mauled
Bubble ya skin, leave ya one ninety scarred
This dog with bloody paws or bloodier jaws
Box you up, ship you off straight to ya boss
Niggas don't wanna see me when the beef is on
Have ya baby mama screamin': Little Keith is gone
My heat strong, silencer and beam is chrome
Run up on ya, late night then I lean ya dome
Don't condone no hoes or no fake time niggas
Roll with great crime niggas
The type that never snitch or hesitate to take time, nigga
We carry weight type niggas
You niggas bitches, I heard it through the grapevine, nigga
Ain't no break time, blood, the AK is cold
I got shells to load, hails ya home, burnin' ya bones
Let the truth be exposed
The reason you bleedin' is war season, more feinin', my heater be eatin', uh

Real nigga
Heartless, fuck how ya feel nigga
Showin' these bustas how to build they figures
How to break down a brick and build a corporate building
Uh, boy, I bangs for real
Nigga, where I'm from, it ain't strange to kill
Catch me in ya hood, I came for skrill
Pitchin' hot balls out this stainless steel

It ain't got nothin' to do with money
That's protectin' ya homeboys
Watchin' out for one another
Some of y'all, y'all don't watch out—
You wouldn't die for him, would you?
You sayin' that now on TV, but you wouldn't die for him for real
I'll die for my homeboy
Yeah, I'll die for my homeboy
And this is something, you can do a little bit of something everyday
To help your insides, you see
Like, like, like, like
Ya, ya insides are more important

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