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put it on hearts - whatmore lyrics

[intro]
yeah, look

[verse 1]
waters run deep, but my blood thick
generation on ration on rations in this b*tch
times when sh*t ain’t lookin’ up, i’m lookin’ in
talk with the past like i’m aang in this b*tch
avatar state, i float in this b*tch
grab the cash and dip, i’m off of the hitch
couple years back, i was roamin’ around the city with my head off without a grip of this sh*t
six man deep in a payless rental van, bump joni on the 101 nowadays
sebi in a ’65 mustang, red coat look like the british came, bayonets raised
tea party with the ceos, so close to the ice, to the fame, to the game, to the gold
re*up the tank, i’m goin’ ’til the bank close down, throw the money in the crowd at the shows

[chorus]
put it on my heart
yeah, put it on hearts
huh, put it, uh*huh
couldn’t tell me nothin’, i ain’t know it all, huh
put it on my soul, i am not the one, huh
tell ’em what they want, i’ma keep it a buck

[verse 2]
big pants over the air forces 1’s
had to let ’em know where big sw*nk come from
roll down the window, let out the smoke
it’s top five people couldn’t tell me nothin’
shout out the hood off avenue h
it’s a badmon ting, couldn’t tell we nothin’
somethin’ led me to the eye of the storm
had a shield on my hand, sayin’ thanks for the luck
yeah, huh, it’s hard to talk smack when your team ain’t up
give me the rock with the game on the line, i feel like i couldn’t fail if i tried
squad with me play a couple shows on the west coast, but you know i’m from the eastside
yes, sir, bro, huh
yes, sir, bro, gon’ be fine
[chorus]
put it on my heart
yeah, put it on hearts
huh, put it, uh*huh
couldn’t tell me nothin’, i ain’t know it all, huh
put it on my soul, i am not the one, huh
tell ’em what they want, i’ma keep it a buck

[verse 3]
follow my lead when i chase to the bank
all that i make goin’ straight to the safe
pocket the earnin’, been tossin’ and turnin’
still cherish and ride on the road that i paved
drown in prosecco, go straight to the mental
look up to the sky when i need the advance
top of the hill, it’s the beverly suite
rose gold on the side of my pants
azure the color, i’m feelin’ like ’06 buffon in the goal
the squad on the come up, we movin’ the whole city while we trottin’ the globe
they know where i’m from it’s the way i walk, i talk, keep pushin’, ain’t none of my business
feelin’ at home in the booth
spendin’ the night ’til we be coppin’ a mansion

[bridge]
been a long way, start to feel like my legs don’t work right
spent hard day tryna piece sh*t that just don’t fit right
and i still feel sentimental sometimes
but i will, thinkin’ i’m just stuck in a past life
[outro]
what we want more of? money?
do you want more love?
i want more, i want, i want it all, man
yeah, i want more, but i always more
money, ass
listen, i want good food, not the fake sh*t they feedin’ us, you know what i’m sayin’?
like, we just want everything to be the best and be honest (yes, sir)
if it ain’t honest, man, we don’t want it
we want it all
if you ain’t givin’ it, if you ain’t givin’ me your all, i don’t want it at all (yes, sir)
keep on doin’ that good work (‘preciate it, bro)
and if y’all smoke weed, i got some top shelf sh*t over here

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