Xtra Heart Lyrics

Purple hearts for keeping us strong (for keeping strong)

I ain't never go home (I ain't wanna go home)

Purple hearts for keeping it strong

I had problems with my mama, I was never at home

I ain't had no one to guide me, brothers hoopin' at Paul's

Then I went to that church and I started shooting like Bron

It's free to pay attention, just don't buy into none

Love that nigga how he is, it's like my nephew my son

Now my daughter caught a problem, she still smiles it off

Extra heart in my back pocket, I

Can handle it all

I don't know who killed him, I just know it wasn't us

Changed my number when I thought the feds was targeting us

Can't forget about you Wela you was close to the touch

Open casket, closed my eyes, cause I ain't mourn in some months

Keep it trenchy in the jungle, that's just how niggas function

Got a lot to lose, I can't get caught doing fuck shit

Please protect your heart, cause that ain't nothing to go fuck with

I'd be T'd if I was you, I wouldn't slide for a button

Try to sell me a AR, came with a body and scope

I get high and fantasize about the times and the cold

Trenchy riding V8 engine, I feel good in the hood

I still stand on what I said, I'm stuffing dead in the wood

Purple hearts for keeping it strong

I had problems with my mama, I was never at home

I ain't had no one to guide me, brothers hoopin' at Paul's

Then I went to that church and I start shooting like Bron

It's free to pay attention, just don't buy into none

Love that nigga how he is, it's like my nephew my son

Now my daughter caught a problem, she still smile it off

Extra heart in my back pocket, I can handle it all

Man, I don't know who with me, I'm like, fuck it, we ball

Might take me a second, but I'll answer that call

Spent eight hundred on a Glock, a built in switch and it's chrome

Come to learn it's been around and I can't get this bitch gone

Bottles of Patron in the car

Cup of lean nothing but ice, it's my first time sipping raw

Shorty drinking off them Beans I wasn't hip she took four

I get more love in these streets than at the house, on my soul

I don't know where she live, I can't pop up on my moms

I'm sorry when I don't talk enough, a lot on my mind

I ain't seen her in a year, that's how you know I been crying

You know this shit for real, I bought a bottle of wine (real sipper)

Purple hearts for keeping it strong

I had problems with my mama, I was never at home

I ain't had no one to guide me brothers hoopin' at Paul's

Then I went to that church and I started shooting like Bron

It's free to paying attention, just don't buy into none

Love that nigga how he is, it's like my nephew, my son

Now my daughter caught a problem, she still smile it off

Extra heart in my back pocket, I can handle it all