Pure of Heart ft. ReallyAzo Lyrics

I can't even see

All this smoke in my eye

You get paper green

While the blues see my palms

Am I scared of him

Is he the lord

I think not

It's too many bitches

In the trap house spot

I just got her digits

Know her boyfriend hot

It's too many switches

In here

With red dots

Im the bigger picture baby

Da Vinci I'm an art

You can't argue with the gang

Them ks get you sparked

Even in the light

Bitch I shine like star

The motion give you sickness

Is there a doctor around

It don't take a lot

To send you

Straight to your God

But guess he's on your side

There was some

Children around

My lil brother young as hell

I know he need a figure

Pussy nigga

Can't come close to us

You not a member

Looked in my eyes and

Now she see my heart cold

As de-

Hol on

Ion wanna say that

What

I can't do that cliche shit

I knew this bitch was boujee

She wouldn't wear her Gucci bracelet

She used to sipping

Liquor

Now she fuck with

Backwood facing

Don't worry bout

What he doing

Yo life you gotta pace it

Okay

That's right

We paper chasing the dope don't

Make me lazy it just help me get creative

She told her nigga come

Look at me for inspiration

Come look at me for inspiration

Young nigga but I'm used to

Expensive vacations

I know I'm doing something right

'Cause all these niggas hating

Yo nigga

He a shadow clone

I promise you faking

12 asked me what's the smoke about

I told em I was baking

The way I had a slow start

It's a blessing in the distance

The doc said I had no heart

Nurse he needs some assistance

Keep it cool and play my part

Until the curtains close

Hit the womb

And touch her heart

Until her walls explode

Push the pedal

O so hard

You smell the tires burning

Sometimes I think

I flow so hard

It look like menstruation

If Push comes to shove

Bitch you falling off the cliff

If the hand fits the glove

You can't hold my spliff

We pure of heart

Me and my niggas

Zoomin on the nimbus

She asked what strain

I'm smoking

Bae don't worry just come hit this

We pull up and

We hit shit

Got clips they

With extended she used to look

Right past me now she on it

Like a rip stick

They said that I need therapy

The way i face my problems

Pour me up some Hennessy

I swear it taste like lava

Sometimes

You gotta fall back

I swear you ain't even

All that

Take one good look at yourself

And then look up see where I'm at