From The Heart mix 2 Lyrics

Yo

PBoi you a fool for this one bro

Yo

From the heart of College Park to the head of Buckhead

Every microphone I touch is dead

Y'all niggas all fled

Room full of bitches seeing red

You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped

In the yo I use pro tools, the streets I use logic

Instead hanging in em, I prefer to sell projects

Niggas stayed sleep while I made my grand rising

Enterprising off this rhyming and on the side I was grinding

On the side was some problems I had to fix on my own

To my back is a past I like to think from which I've grown

Thoughts flown through my mental

Music and sentimental

I'm in Atlanta smoking on some weed from Sacramento

You only see my face like, at late night, Leno

In shorthand, this can get graphic, steno

Niggas don't be worth the weight I put inside my rillos

Actin tough but I been hit with harder pillows

Let's go... You know what I'm about

Made a couple hunnid THEN left out the house

I still wanna ramp it up

Hanging out with shawty imma make her panties dampen up

Put her in a full nelson 'til her body cramping up

I'm on the swarm, not even in final form

You better eat before I fix my plate, you been warned

I done weathered the storm, reborn fully adorned

You better eat before I fix my plate, you been warned

From the heart of College Park to the head of Buckhead

Every microphone I touch is dead

Y'all niggas all fled

Room full of bitches seeing red

You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped

From the heart of College Park to the top of Buckhead

Now every mic I touch is dead

Y'all niggas all fled

Room full of bitches seeing red

You couldn't play my role on the the roads I sped (AGH!)