Letras:
Broken Heart College Through My Head

my friends I'm not looking back at these empty promises but I can't believe that every word you said it's still running through my head. It's still running through my head

Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs, For a red pair of Converse, Back to the hood, My own *****z acting like I turned my back on the hood, I use my

to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches

Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my

too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my

gat And you hear that thang click-clackin You hear what that boy said? Don't be a hard head Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread [Chorus

kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Vi-near me My nine be doin fine until these niggaz wants to clear me off my street But in my hood

In these muthafuckas eyes did you see it? I'm gripping these curbs, skur, did ya heard I love 'em, my fellas, my furs, I fly like a bird Chicken heads

too smart too Put one of my partners right through culinary art school Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it Put 'em all in houses cleaned up all of my