From The Heart

Lyrics

[talking:]
 Yeah, we gotta do what we gotta do out here man
 Gotta make these streets, feed us man
 Ain't nobody else gon do it, boys is out here hungry
 Trying to get it, anyway they can
 So this what we gon do, listen
 [K-Rino:]
 Your boy ain't trying to be the hardest, I'm just trying to be a grown man
 Live prosper and see money, and touch it with my own hands
 Worship God help people, and don't let life defeat me
 Show love, and treat people how I would want 'em to treat me
 I speak with such geekness, some question my streetness
 A mistake, if you ever take my kindness for weakness
 Hard times I beat that, done took heat and gave heat back
 Been drawed on by police, and shot at by street cats
 Discriminate on no money, nine to five or hood money
 The rap game done helped me, turn bad money to good money
 Done had sex and made love, ran game and played love
 But right now, a million dollars couldn't make me trade love
 Never sold crack I sold pills, just wisdom and cold skills
 But in my city ain't no deals, that should jack cars and show grills
 And that's backwards, the game is getting faker every year
 People base a artist, off of what they see not what they hear
 [Hook:]
 I'm speaking, from my heart homie
 I been trying to keep it straight up, from the start homie
 But these evil faces, ripping me apart homie
 I'm trying to make people, appreciate my art homie
 I'm in this world, still trying to find my way man
 Still patiently waiting, on my day man
 But I'm running out of good things, to say man
 And suicide ain't a option so I pray man, that's what it is dude
 [K-Rino:]
 Reality I sip from, you want some come get some
 They say K you ought not rap so much, about the Nation of Islam
 But kill that, the N.O.I. backs me and I back them
 And they don't pay enough money, to make your boy attack them
 You want me, you take my subject matter like I leave it
 Me sell out for a record deal, I can't even conceive it
 Life ain't all about the money, love of money's our opponent
 If my ties to Islam block me from a deal, then I don't want it
 Whether radio or industry, you fake I'ma attack y'all
 You can't black ball, a man that's already been black balled
 All states get slapped on, punks with bra straps on
 And I ain't no studio gangsta, trying to hide behind a rap song
 In the park you gotta fight, you a mark get out of sight
 Your bark's worse than your nite, what's in the dark come to the light
 Must be crazy, if you think that I would ever feel another man
 The mic be in my left, the murder weapon in my other hand
 And none of these stuck up left females, I been tied
 Yeah girl you look good, but you a monster on the inside
 Messed up in the head, frustrated and depressed
 Thinking what a man is driving, is a measure of success
 [Hook]
 [K-Rino:]
 I'm stressed out and rolled down, half my dreams to' down
 And 85 percent of the folks I ever met, was low down
 No nuts you better grow em, got hands learn to throw em
 And you can hang around a person all your life, and still don't know em
 That's so true, but that's a part of life you gotta go through
 Like being po', and working at a job you hate to go to
 I guess I start mobbing, I'm hungry tired of starving
 My gal running me crazy daily, now I'm tired of arguing
 Need something to uplift me, the game is real shifty
 J-Flex is doing thirty years, and Pharoah doing fifty
 And Aftermath done did ten, my boy Guy did fifteen
 And these cakes is out here acting hard, when they softer than whipped cream
 My enemies unjustly, tell lies when they disgust me
 You shocked because I never trusted you, I barely trust me
 Can't touch me, you out there everyday I'm kinda rusty
 Say you ain't jealous the way my name is in your mouth, you must be
 [Hook]
 

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Duration
04:32
Key
10
Tempo
83 BPM

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