Mozzy and Quando Rondo - Heartbroken

(Yo GG, turn it up!)

I remember vividly
Obituaries with lovin' memory
Realest nigga that's how I remember him
Try not to let it get to me
Me and this Nicky got a lil' chemistry
Trophies on my neck from all the victories, I promise not let you down
It fucked me up, 'cause once you up, they tend to tear you down
They left me out, on all the plays, and that'll stress you out
But I never doubted what I'm worth, check out the blessings now
The highest rank around this bitch, it ain't no steppin' down
No F'n 'round, but you know I keep that FN 'round
I told my mama, I'ma make sure they respect your child
I love you baby, and I know you nothin' less than proud
Let's holla at Dev, ride off of fourth, we in the second house
I love my soil like a nigga love his second child
I'm tryna be the one that's throwin, 'stead of catchin' 'rounds
Forever Pebbles, know my killers nothin' less than proud

I swear that I'd be lyin'
If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half
From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab
Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air
Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death
Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here
Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed
Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb'
This shit so crazy but I know right 'round the corner be death

I got the bitty on my shoulder, so it a lil' colder
Killa fried him, sunny side him, until I flipped him over
Picked up thirty K in blues, somewhere in Minnesota
I heard you went out in the pen, they had you bendin' over
It ain't no secret 'bout him tellin', but he been a roller
First time I let off, blam, I tried to kill a smoker
Took a bitch to Figueroa in that Ford Focus
Same one we pulled up on the suckas, eatin' doors open
Bookies in the honey bourbon 'cause it's more poured ('cause it's more poured)
Four potion, need to bend it 'cause the score dosage (score dosage)
They do it for promotion only purposes
What about the killers, doin' life? They really murder shit
I miss you, even though I hardly strike a kite, we ain't forget you
How you bite the only hand that fed you? I forgive you
Retaliation mandatory, we gon' come and get you (yeah)
You gon' get your wish

I swear that I'd be lyin'
If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half
From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab
Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air
Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death
Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here
Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed
Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb'
This shit so crazy but I know right 'round the corner be death

Written by:
Timothy P. Patterson, Tyquian Terrel Bowman

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