Heartbreakers

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We call them heartbreakers, out here takin' people kids
We call them heartbreakers, stray bullets hittin' jits
We call them heartbreakers, always ridin' with a stick
We call them heartbreakers, yeah, they shootin' but keep missing'

You ain't even hit the target, nigga, what you aimin' at
Need to open up a book, instead you out here slangin' gats
Bullets hit you, tear your tissue, you ain't got no shame in that
Killin' babies on the daily, you ain't got home training, yeah

Oh, you really think you gangsta? Really, you pump fakin', yeah
Show you how to get your money different, ain't no gang in that
You can work a job to get your odds, it ain't no shame in that
If I build a business for you, could you do the training, yeah

Hundred thousand in a day, now tell me you okay with that
Listenin' to my wife, my money right, and ain't no gangs attached
These OGs teachin'  y'all wrong, and they really lame for that
Got you pushin' packs, you made some racks, but jail had came with that

I stay out the way and get my pay, you can't complain with that
That's the reason why I'm winnin', y'all still sittin' in the back
Make a million and be chillin', you couldn't text me with a fax
Took a break for a lil' minute, I been workin' now I'm back

We call them heartbreakers, out here takin' people kids
We call them heartbreakers, stray bullets hittin' jits
We call them heartbreakers, always ridin' with a stick
We call them heartbreakers, yeah, they shootin', but keep missin

Now while you out there playin' gangsta, you got other things aside
Baby mama call your number and can't even get a ride
You too busy with your homies, you got the whole gang inside
Got pulled over in a Rover, they got you for takin' lives

Takin' risks and takin' shit, I guess you ready to ride
Now you sittin' in a cell, no pampers for your baby damn
Takin' L after L and you ain't beat them cases damn
Your homie with your lady now, you locked inside and ragin' out

Let you out the cell, you raisin' hell, can't raise your babies damn
Now your partner turned to oppa, you ready to chase him down
He done flew up to the top, I can see you breakin' down
Tears runnin' down your face, you better pace, stop spacin' out

Don't get caught up in a jam or you gon' go back to the slam
I don't think you understand, I'll show you how to be a man
Show you how to be the man, show you how to beat the man
You won't need a heater damn, you too cold, need heat for them

We call them heartbreakers, out here takin' people kids
We call them heartbreakers, stray bullets hittin' jits
We call them heartbreakers, always ridin' with a stick
We call them heartbreakers, yeah, they shootin' but keep missin

We call them heartbreakers, out here takin' people kids
We call them heartbreakers, stray bullets hittin' jits
We call them heartbreakers, always ridin' with a stick

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