(Give through the heart)
I crank my music get to rolling through the city
And roll 'em back to back blowing through a fifty
My hat Fendi, chain Cuban, car American
Looking and smelling like money but far from arrogant
The ghetto Dalai Lama in Prada and Jordan 1's
The one who prophesized these wins with more to come
With the sight of Nostradamus I promise there's more commas
Stack enough paper to make proud our forefathers
For the kids with no fathers we build foundations
For those who feel alone we build the nation
To ball on fuck niggas who persecute and judge niggas
40 Cal on the waist in case we slug niggas
Ain't no back and forth, you can't tug with us
Ain't no backing down, ain't no quitters
Survival of the fittest, we the fittest
Fifty biscuits at your biscuit nigga
Time is money, wouldn't risk it with us
(Give through the heart)
Trunk shaking, frame scraping on the boulevard
Pray my niggas get to stop moving hard
My young 'un got weed by the yard
His sister moves bundles for the bars
They just hustling, they just wanna beat the odds
Shit cloudy where they from, they trying to be a star
Momma home, papa gone
Big brother locked up, gotta stay strong
But they give through the heart
Praying one day that'll lift the sin from their heart
Knowing all this evil cannot stem from a god
There's gotta be better ways to make better days
They say it's in how we pray to make sure it stays
No masquerade can change fate when death come
And those impacted will stay just how you left them
And always give through the heart
Protect the ones you love and always finish what you start
(Give through the heart)
