Lyrics Heart Ache - 2Kz, Preme

Heart Ache

I got a heart ache from the streets
That’s some good niggas, they was here now they deceased
Me and my niggas break it down to have a feast
Wanna roll with gang?
You need some loyalty at least
My lil nigga strapped he plead allegiance to the streets
Only winners ride with me, we don’t bow down to the feet
Free all of my dawgs in the penitentiary
I got a heart ache from the streets, yeah
I got a heart ache from the streets
I’m runnin' with them niggas who ain’t scared to let it go
We some real trap niggas, summer time we seein' snow
Number one is high heat, but the price is real low
If you ain’t gang gang you can’t hang you gotta go
Only fucking with my niggas that was here before the glow
Niggas tellin' and I know
They ain’t silenter than the show
That’s guap, that’s cash throw, this shit out of control
Murder what you wrote
Cold world I need a Colt
Get it in the trap, watch my sears with the soap
Niggas wanna hang, I fuck around and gave 'em rope
'Cause these niggas act like hoes it’s hard to tell a friend from foe
Shooters like Ginóbili, this a pair across the globe
All my niggas be on gold, green beam on the pole
What you feel like?
Livin' like The Wire but it’s real life
I’m just tryin' to make it off the feel like
I got a heart ache from the streets
That’s some good niggas, they was here now they deceased
Me and my niggas break it down to have a feast
Wanna roll with gang?
You need some loyalty at least
My lil nigga strapped he plead allegiance to the streets
Only winners ride with me, we don’t bow down to the feet
Free all of my dawgs in the penitentiary
I got a heart ache from the streets, yeah
I got a heart ache from the streets
Still ain’t nothin' sweet
Bet you’re not in change with the police and we don’t speak
And word about a plummet?
We ain’t never had no leaks
Hard to smile but gotta show these diamonds in my teeth
Used to get them birdies flyin' from the islands every week
Discreet, 'cause they talking 'bout them bitches on a beach
I remember weapons on the stove over the heat
I just stuck the recipe, but they selling' like it’s free
Yeah, mama never raised no fool
She: «Now my son said he just like you», «cool»
'Cause the paper stuck to me like glue, oo
MJs like I’m ballin' with the flu, oo
I was, I was gettin' off that Off White
Now I’m on like, tell my dawgs it’s gon' be all right
Still in song sight
Ain’t no barkin', ain’t no dog fight
Told Kazz to pack his bags, time to be gone, right?
I got a heart ache from the streets
That’s some good niggas, they was here now they deceased
Me and my niggas break it down to have a feast
Wanna roll with gang?
You need some loyalty at least
My lil nigga strapped he plead allegiance to the streets
Only winners ride with me, we don’t bow down to the feet
Free all of my dawgs in the penitentiary
I got a heart ache from the streets, yeah
I got a heart ache from the streets