Broken Heart Lyrics

Mmm mm nah I'm hundred

Something just came up, you just had to over run it

Somebody once told me that I can deal with judgement

Somebody told me I'd be cool if I stick to the subject

How I'm suppose to be cool when I be on a budget

Yo brain thought it would make ya happy you got four nuggets

Thought I was too cool for school wit my sunglasses

The teacher told me that my future won't be bright after

Think I should've listened to her cause I pray for laughter

Pray for meeting thirst traps then having sex right after

I think I'm two bad

But it feel so good

She call me two Pac

I'm up in yo hood

And keep ya head up, and get ya bread up

I know you fed up, wit all this fed stuff

And she keep telling me y'all rappers better heads up better send it to the heavens for you get yo head bussed

Uh mm nah I'm hundred

How you suppose to always pray when you the one that's hunted

How can you keep a happy face when people always grunting

The answer's confidence don't ever say I taught you nothing

Now people gather all around and let me tell you something

You niggas Fire Marshall Bill tryin tell me something

We know you wanna retire when you live like a loner

We know you get annihilated when the show is over

You know my ammunition I got to live like a soldier

This chopper could fuck up yo posture if it hit ya shoulders

And just imagine the tragic to ya son if it fold ya

He gone wake up one day and get a gun like it's folder's

Now tell me how I'm spose to live my life while being sober

The world is on my shoulders I throw it off like a boulder

Not bi polar but you'll never find a nigga colder

Make you kill ya sugar daddy bitch now I'm the owner

Thought it was all good

Thought it was all great

Thought it was all love

When it was all fake

I wanna throw her body

Bloody in a lake

She hit me up on the book now I got a stupid face

And even what is worse I thought we could be face to face

But she got a husband and some kids what I'm suppose to thank

Load up the chopper let it get loud on her like some dank

But she ain't worth it my nigga she just a fucking skank

Now tell me who da professor giving pro lessons

Pac said Mo niggas teach more lessons

Mo money more bitches and a cold beverage

If they telling me shut up they fucking up my leverage

Above average

Feel like a savage

And If you beefing wit a nigga bring yo cabbage

All dese corny ass niggas claiming they got baggage

I could walk in the spot and then walk out wit yo bitch