Heartless (feat. Mustard)

Mustard on the beat, ho

My youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang

My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' 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 yo 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 peep-hole

Think he a bully, we got choppers for the Deebo

Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o's

Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's

Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose

Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code

Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to 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 youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang

My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame

I used to starve, now I’m blowing up like propane

Told my inner-self: Ipromise you I won’t change

We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issue

Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simple

Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with you

Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you

Condolences to yo 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 nigga play foul

You would think we had a whistle

Lil Cap-a-lot, 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

Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals

My youngin's heartless so they ain’t playin’ no games

We really want ‘em dead, he got hit up close range

He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains

On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang

My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine

She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fame

I used to starve, now I’m blowing up like propane

Told my inner-self: I promise you I won’t change