Heart To Heart

[Intro]

And you may not think that I care for you

When you know down inside I really do (X.O. think he all that)

And it's—

Uh

Nigga had come up to me and was like, "Bro with all the shit goin' on, how you ain't gon' give us nothin'?"

Yeah

[Verse]

Look, the other night, I had a heart-to-heart

Just me and myself and all my darkest thoughts

Unfamiliar, lookin' at myself like, "Damn, we hardly talk"

I guard the pain, shit is hard to get inside as Harvard law

To make a song, I ain't have to have to drive like cars and park

'Cause honestly, I'm nervous all my thoughts been awful harsh

I probably advise you point your gun right at a officer's heart

And film it so the world can watch his children and a father part

I know it's wrong, ain't prayed in weeks, been feelin' far from God

I've been kinda righteous all my life and all I got was scars

People I done really helped the most, I swear they all was fraud

Now reality is hittin' they ass, I'm like, "Don't call me, dog"

I'm far from rich, last week I went march for peace

Feelin' like a clown as I walk around from false beliefs

'Cause honestly, I think the pigs forever wanna kill us here

Once you drop some ink inside that water, it's never gettin' clear

It's societies and a bunch of shit that we ain't gettin' here

As long as we beggin' for acceptance, we losin'

How could be equal when they wrote that Constitution

'Round the same time we slaves, gettin' beaten 'til we ruined?

Yeah, please check me though if I ain't touchin' facts

It's niggas 'round here huggin' on these cops and I can't fuck with that

I'm more Nat Turner than house nigga, so just trust he strapped

A day gon' soon come when niggas fed up and start bustin' back

Black women get slain then we neglectin'

Wonder in them last seconds did Breonna feel protected?

They risked they lives for us but when reverse, we disconnected

Just some shit been on my mind, we gotta check it, real talk

So tonight, I had a heart-to-heart

Just me and the mic and all my darkest thoughts

Fuck Trump, we hurtin', this cracker threaten us with martial law

Corona got the world goin' broke, it's like we all at war

Rich, still ballin', the hoods gentrified

New vaccines here in the nick of time

I would be shock if that shit there was a genocide

But fuck, I know, I'm just a rap nigga spittin' rhymes

I got my own problems

Beefin' with my baby mama, Instagram Lives and all them fake personas