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2019

Heart 2 heart

This that heartfelt shit
This that heartfelt

This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that's all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it's a hard lil' trip
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah

I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So somebody help me please

Talking to my homie, he said he broke
Ask him how his daughter, he said they low
He said, "YG, I can't take this shit no more"
I said, "Chill before you rob something," he said he need to smoke
So we lit up, I had to tell my nigga sit up
The homie had his chin down, I told him, "Put your chin up"
I can't see you like this, dawg
Shot him some cash and told him this, dawg
"Whatever you wanna do, just put your mind to it and do it
Calculate your steps, draw your blueprint, get to it
Find some helpin' hands that's gon' contribute to your movement
'Cause anything is possible, just look at me, I proved it
Focus on improvement, results, no excuses
Stick to the script, know your vision, never lose it
I promise, nigga, these my last two cents
When that money start coming, don't spend it on nothing stupid"
My nigga

This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that's all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it's a hard lil' trip (Gotta focus, my nigga)
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip (Gotta focus, nigga)
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah (Shit ain't that hard, just focus)

I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me (You know, they say that when you talk about shit, it kinda help you)
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you (Little mental health exercises, yeah)
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe (It's gon' be okay, baby)
So somebody help me please

Yeah, my dawg came home, he just did a dime
I told him hit the road with me at least twenty times
He in the hood selling bricks, tryna flip a nine
Got locked, went up for bail, got that shit denied
On parole, he in the hole, barely calling home
Got knocked 'fore I could see him, tell him welcome home
Told his baby mama to threeway me, he call her phone
'Cause I know the pain, locked in them chains, all alone
And it feel like the walls closing and pray to Allah, hoping that
When he go to court, that the feds don't open it
Fake niggas putting up, "Free you" when they be posting it
But ain't no money orders in the mail when you open it
My young boy was toting that Glock, high off them opiates
Killed his dawg about some shit that wasn't appropriate
Judge gave him 20 to 40, he couldn't cope with it
And now he on the meds, I'm praying he hold his head, for real (For real)

This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that's all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it's a hard lil' trip
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah

I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
Somebody help me please

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This that heartfelt shit
This that heartfelt

This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that's all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it's a hard lil' trip
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah

I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe
So somebody help me please

Talking to my homie, he said he broke
Ask him how his daughter, he said they low
He said, "YG, I can't take this shit no more"
I said, "Chill before you rob something," he said he need to smoke
So we lit up, I had to tell my nigga sit up
The homie had his chin down, I told him, "Put your chin up"
I can't see you like this, dawg
Shot him some cash and told him this, dawg
"Whatever you wanna do, just put your mind to it and do it
Calculate your steps, draw your blueprint, get to it
Find some helpin' hands that's gon' contribute to your movement
'Cause anything is possible, just look at me, I proved it
Focus on improvement, results, no excuses
Stick to the script, know your vision, never lose it
I promise, nigga, these my last two cents
When that money start coming, don't spend it on nothing stupid"
My nigga

This that heartfelt shit
This that stay rock solid when life get hard, lil' bitch
All my niggas get a bag, that's all I wish
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit
This that heartfelt shit
This that make it to the top and it's a hard lil' trip (Gotta focus, my nigga)
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip (Gotta focus, nigga)
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah (Shit ain't that hard, just focus)

I spilled my heart out to you
Spill your heart out to me (You know, they say that when you talk about shit, it kinda help you)
Know your secrets are safe
So few more shots to the face
I spilled my heart out to you (Little mental health exercises, yeah)
Spill your heart out to me
Know your secrets are safe (It's gon' be okay, baby)
So somebody help me please

Yeah, my dawg came home, he just did a dime
I told him hit the road with me at least twenty times
He in the hood selling bricks, tryna flip a nine
Got locked, went up for bail, got that shit denied
On parole, he in the hole, barely calling home
Got knocked 'fore I could see him, tell him welcome home
Told his baby mama to threeway me, he call her phone
'Cause I know the pain, locked in them chains, all alone
And it feel like the walls closing and pray to Allah, hoping that
When he go to court, that the feds don't open it
Fake niggas putting up, "Free you" when they be posting it
But ain't no money orders in the mail when you open it
My young boy was toting that Glock, high off them opiates
Killed his dawg about some shit that wasn't appropriate
Judge gave him 20 to 40, he couldn't cope with it
And now he on the meds, I'm praying he hold his head, for real (For real)