J. Smith - Breaking My Heart Lyrics

I got nothin' to prove but somethin' to lose
Early mornings late nights don't believe hittin' snooze
About my business like I'm dressed in a suit
Don't rub me the wrong way better call a masseuse
Everybody a target so I don't aim I just shoot
If you broke being dead is the only excuse
Stomping on the competition I believe in abuse
You can't beat me better put them cheat codes to use
I see the hate in they blood cuz I'm the golden child
Man f*ck these niggas but f*ckin' her might go awhile
Can't guard me and you foul
Blowing good and its loud
Neighbors mad cuz she loud
Young, black, and I'm proud
Cmon lets make money pile
All the fake they gotta go
Flow is grade A I'm on the honor roll
Jump on any beat and yell Geronimo
Ima outcast in my speaker box
I keep the money high and the love below so no one knows
Makin' sure my story told, they gon say he spit flame but boy he cold
Haters like don't listen to that Busta Rhyme flip mode
Thats absurd I ain't hear a word they must've tip-toed
Niggas talkin' crazy lookin' at em like a schizo
Niggas screamin' gang gang until the strap bang bang
You actin' tough we call ya bluff and go and f*ck ya main thang
I don't want to do it to em but these boys should tighten up
God is in my heart rebukin' demons when I'm lighten up
My girl keeps it classy, keeps it loyal and she likes to f*ck
One good girl equals a million yeah I'm wisen up
Potato on the barrel lets make small fries
The alibi is I'm ya sister sister brother I'm a smart guy
Refuse to do life f*ck white only pies
Still pour out liquor when the homie dies
Tellin' her I'm in love probably still my only lie
Before you sleep on me Ima tell you why no z's nigga
I'm everything you lack I'm what she needs nigga
What defense you got for these deep threes nigga
I'm shootin' Curry threes, nutty wit the flow
I'm Hercules Hercules nigga what can I say
I'm on my q's I'm on my p's nigga
Shhhhh, I'm countin' cheese nigga
Look, a crazy life I live and she only keeps it real cuz the pipe I give
I see you grindin' my nigga but you ain't got it like this
I blew bout' two before I wrote this now I'm talkin' my shit
Cole said meditate but medicate is helpin' my pain
It keeps the devil in it's hole it keeps the gun from my brain
I want it all till its nothin' to gain
I wanna ball till I walk wit a cane
Ball is life I give my all to the game
All I got is my pride and my name
I'm causing havoc in this traffic watch me swerve through these lanes
I'm a hazard to you bastards I'm a match to propane
You breaking my heart, I smoke when I'm hatin' my thoughts
But f*ck what you thought, keep it 100 from start
I bite and I bark, come light and lets spark
Be my light in the dark
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