Put It On Hearts Lyrics

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Lyrics to Put It On Hearts
Yeah, look

Waters run deep but my blood thick
Generation on ration on rations in this bitch
Times when shit ain't looking up, I'm looking in
Talk with the past, like I'm Aang in this bitch
Avatar state I float in this bitch
Grab the cash and dip, I'm off without a hitch
Couple years back I was roaming around the city with my head off without a grip of this shit
Six man deep in a Payless rental van bump Joni on the 101 nowadays
Sebi in a '65 Mustang red coat look like the British come Bayonets raised
Tea party with the CEO's so close to the ice, to the fame, to the game, to the gold
Re-up the tank, I'm going till the bank close down, throw the money in the crowd at the shows

Put it on hearts
Yeah, put it on hearts
Huh, put it, uh-huh
Couldn't tell me nun, I ain't know it all
Put it on my soul, I am not the one
Tell 'em what they want, I'ma keep it a buck

Big pants over the Air Forces Ones
Had to let 'em know where Big Swank come from
Roll down the window let out the smoke
It's top five People couldn't tell me nun
Shoutout the hood off avenue H
It's a Badmon Ting couldn't tell we nun
Something led me to the eye of the storm
Had a shield on my hand saying thanks for the luck
Yeah, huh, it's hard to talk smack when your team ain't up
Gimme the rock with the game on the line, I feel like I couldn't fail if I tried
Squad with me play a couple shows on the West Coast but you know I'm from the East side
Yessir, bro, huh
Yessir, bro gon' be fine

Put it on hearts
Yeah, put it on hearts
Huh, put it, uh-huh
Couldn't tell me nun, I ain't know it all
Put it on my soul, I am not the one
Tell 'em what they want, I'ma keep it a buck

Follow my lead when I chase to the bank
All that I make going straight to the safe
Pocket the earning, been tossing and turning
Still cherish and ride on the road that I paved
Drown in Prosecco, go straight to the mental
Look up to the sky when I need the advance
Top of the hill, it's the Beverly suite
Rose gold on the side of my pants
Azure the color I'm feeling like
'06 Buffon in the goal, the squad on the come up
We moving the whole city while we trotting the globe
They know where I'm from it's the way I walk, I talk
Keep pushing, ain't none of my business
Feeling at home in the booth
Spending them nights till I be copping a mansion

Been a long way, start to feel like my legs don't work right
Spent hard day tryna piece shit that just don't fit right
And I still feel sentimental someimtes
But I will, thinking I'm just stuck in a past life
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