Testo di 6 Five Heartbeats (feat. Vince Staples)

Blew-blew-blew-blew-blew Lord, clearing out like roaches when the light come on That motherfucker walk out, don't nobody know what happened He still praying Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, ayy Yeah You had a blog; we had Berettas, ayy Couldn't buy no birds; we fly together, ayy How has every single rapper been a dopeman? Really tryna kill, cuh, lift it up with both hands Is you pushing for real? Talking rocks, Xans I done slid enough to see a Glock jam Couldn't take the heat, so you bought fan, yeah Every stream freshwater; limousine tints sparkle If I can't see you, you got something to hide Told me all I ever do is fuck her and lie, yeah At least you happy, though, bag Dior My momma helped my daddy bag the dope, that's real love I'm searching for some real love Someone to set my heart free Shot him on the eight-block, I hope nobody saw me When there's problems, call me; they know the way my heart beat I told you, you know how I am You go on and sort him out, 'cause he wasn't cool 'round here