Faults In My Heart

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Dustin Abblitt

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I know real Locs you ain't no fucking Loc
I've heard good jokes yeah you a fucking joke
You wanted smoke well here goes all the smoke
And by my side that's just a couple bloaks
My heart just tuned into blue
Omarion with the truth
It's getting icey in this
I thought I'd heat up booth
Mix and master yeah I prod. It too
Don't understand it cuz it's dummy proof
Studio tech, you see my gear
Bitch I'm paid in full
Y'all see all the sheep, go get some shears
Get to making wool
She's signing the Stip.
Ain't got a case, but a basketful
The stupidest claims, I'm throwing games
Like I got the pull
Shout out my parents going half on the school
A family thing is all that matters leaving nothing excused
Shout out my boys oh yeah they family too
And f*ck a hoe because she ain't that cool
3AM and that's this studio sesh
6AM and I'm refreshed I can teach you finesse
I push my thresh and then I brush the stress
All the compositions in my PC I attest
You didn't work and we can tell
All these fucking beats for sale
Punching numbers in excel
All the times that I prevailed
Putting money on myself
Like I got a job at Wells

You say no cap but all I see is cap
You say all facts but I don't see a fact
You wanted rap and now I got it wrapped
The whole package and that shits intact
All these songs are my Horcrux
Go and peep the performance
I see you stuck in your frame Oh you a move in a portrait
These bitches Dodge'n now i push a Ford truck
I know y'all watching I'm a show you fortune
In Havasu I'm sitting poolside with a dummy thing
My family brought charcuterie out we drinking OV dranks
We turned to 2 like Derek Jeter man shout out to JAY
You see the view I look around like god damn 30s great
Yeah
And I ain't stopping a bit No one's fucking with this
I give my feening a fix
I pick my daughter up I see my twin you see an eclipse
Go be a king and raise a queen but deadbeats ain't in the mix
You don't gotta convince all the outfits and drips
Yo Oputat the white boy took your girl now Tokyo drift
I want to see my own and all my dogs portfolios shift
Then we cookin with bricks
Like Al Pacino in flix
So much money on the table got us praying to chips
But that's a sinister itch
I'm praising god if it hits
I gotta end these verses with the feeling of watching her strip
Sitting back as I'm tuned our from all faulty predicts like holy shit

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