6 Five Heartbeats (feat. Vince Staples)

Blew-blew-blew-blew-blew
 Lord clearing out like roaches when the light come on
 That motherfucker walk out, don't nobody know what happened
 He still praying
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, ayy
 Yeah
 You had a blow-up, we had Beretta's, ayy
 Couldn't buy no birds, we fly together, ayy
 How is every single rapper been a dopeman
 Really tryna kill cuh, lift it up with both hands
 Is you pushing for real? Talking rock, Xans
 I done slid enough to see a Glock jam
 Couldn't take the heat so you bought fan, yeah
 Every stream freshwater, limousine tints sparkle
 If I can't see you, you got something to hide
 Told me all I ever do is fuck you and lie, yeah
 At least you happy though, bagged the yo
 My momma helped my daddy bag the dope, that's real love
 I'm searching for some real love
 Someone to set my heart free
 Shot him on the eighth block, I hope nobody saw me
 When there's problems, call me, they know the way my heartbeat
 (They know the way my heartbeat, they know the way my heartbeat...)
 I told you, you know how I am
 You go and sort him out 'cause he wasn't cool 'round here