From The Heart

Damn Dior

Ayo Jee, you did it again

I treat this rapping shit like art

Been silent from the start

I stayed on my ten, and I had a lot of heart

We been gettin it in, putting everything on the cart

And I'm in that brand new Benz, no key, I just push to start

I done seen some shit

Some shit be so tragically

Play with me or my ****, you dying automatically

Every time we stepping out we gettin' it crackin

And my bitch the baddest

Plus she gone live lavish

Anything with my name on it, they gone have to see it

'Member all them times I was broke, I had to get it

'Member when what-her-name got smoked like a cig?

This ain't no graveyard, but they gone dig

Trapping on the block

Early morning trynna get it up

They tried to throw dirt on my name, but they ain't big enough

I'm trynna see when Duke gone fall off

If my man's open, pass him the ball

Don't do no ball hoggin'

Yeah, you know we all balling

Top models they always callin'

Pop bottles we solve the problem

Got choppers in and out the parties

Thought I wasn't lit

I can't give 'em shit

They ain't give me nothin' when I was down bad on my dick

Now we in them foreign cars, and we switchin lanes

She fuck me like a porn star, plus she give me brain

I might post her, but don't at her, know my bitch is badder

I was down at first, now I'm goin' up the ladder

But in the meantime

In between time

I'm so bossy I ain't never sit, no green line

Straight out the jungle

Can't make no more fumbles

Bit said I was a runner, bitch, I kick it like a punter

Five star dinner dates, I'm eatin' at Katana

I'm blending right in at the trap like a iguana

We been doin' numbers lately

This ain't no fornicating

And I been beating on this rap shit like I'm masturbating

We gone get it on

We never be off

I'm prepared for the storm

These **** so soft

Got biscotti in my lungs, it got me coughin' and shit

I'm up at ten in the morning, I just be talkin' my shit

What can I say?

I just ran up a thirty in a day

They on my dick, but I know they feel a way

Bitch, I'm a jumbo road legend

I came straight up out that tray

I treat this rapping shit like art

Been silent from the start

I stayed on my ten, and I had a lot of heart

We been gettin' it in, putting everything on the cart

And I'm in that brand new Benz, no key, I just push to start

I done seen some shit

Some shit be so tragically

Play with me or my ****, you dying automatically

Every time we stepping out we gettin it crackin'

And my bitch the baddest

Plus she gone live lavish