Heart Cries E

Yo, well sung to my cousin Todd. Ay. Yeah. Yo, well sung. Yeah. It's the audio dealer, Ku Klux Killer, Young shark killer, better watch that nigga. OGG, original gold glitter. My gold's gold shimmer, you settling for gold Glitter. Go figure, four by four figures. Figure four folks, Ric Flair, Nature Boy. Charlotte born and raised, no Bay protege. From Winston-Salem State, Blue Cross Blue Shield, Carolina blues crew, Department of Revenue. I must collect whatever the tax due. Can't beautiful fools, don't tell me who got the Juice. Well, unless you get too close to the King, I gotta shoot. It's always one nigga that you couldn't keep close. What used to be love over time turned cold. Best to cut ties when the ties won't hold. You know when a nigga can't hang and still Vote, that's Willie Lynch-ing. You or I, not a rival tribe, we been Conditioned. To win souls, you gotta win the minds, What niggas thinking. Quarantine got niggas sick Inside, so keep your distance. Just let the blind lead the blind, can you See me? Ay. It's an eye for an eye, let the blind Lead the blind. When I turn the other cheek, Niggas hit the other side. Can you feel me? Yeah. Sometimes you let it slide and end up having To slide. Sometimes you give it to God and God send 'em to die. Heart cries.