FTL Jaii - No Piñata Lyrics

I done put my heart on ice, like Rod and I can't leave without it
Niggas say they wanna see me win, but hate to think about it
Lil' bruh ain't even wanna be in the streets, they brung the demon out em'
I'm just being honest, swing with that stick with no piñata
How you on the gram with blick, you know the feds watchin'
Young and turnt, I'm him for real, you cannot say it proper
All I know is pop my shit and that's my damn problem
Twin just got to throwing caps he ain't no damn scholar
Punch me in and then I T up, blow a bag and then I re-up
I was cooling watch I heat up
Lock shit down, my brother D up
Like mama yo son a soldier uh
Rack come in, I fold them up
Niggas hatin' on me, I don't give a damn, I shrug my shoulders up
In the yo on my grind, no nine-five I'm tryna make it happen
61st, my granny always told me you can't play in traffic
My dawg went out like what's his name, I say his mama made a savage
I said I'm proud of you, but I know you won't ever say it back
Heart breaks, too high to park straight
Swervin' in his Benz, but watch me take off with when the law came
Losses brung me, heart aches
Don't you love to talk pape
No, you ain't gotta worry, you in good hands like All State
Sign that contract, I'm just tryna ball
Hurt like I need Tylenol
Remember when I got that call swear it feel like I lost it all
Roll with me, rock with me
Say I'm okay, but not really
Feel they want it so, so when he slide, he bring his chop with him
Roll with me, rock with me
Say I'm okay, but not really
He feel they want his soul so when he slide, he bring his chop with him
Roll with me, rock with me
Say I'm okay, but not really
He feel they want his soul so when he slide, he bring his chop with him
No pain, ain't no gain
He slide with no name
He slide with no gang
And we ride with no stain
I done put my heart on ice, like Rod and I can't leave without it
Niggas say they wanna see me win, but hate to think about it
Lil' bruh ain't even wanna be in the streets, they brung the demon out em'
I'm just being honest, swing with that stick with no piñata
How you on the gram with blick, you know the feds watchin'
Young and turnt, I'm him for real, you cannot say it proper
All I know is pop my shit and that's my damn problem
Twin just got to throwing caps he ain't no damn scholar
Punch me in and then I T up, blow a bag and then I re-up
I was cooling watch I heat up
Lock shit down, my brother D up
Like mama yo son a soldier uh
Rack come in, I fold them up
Niggas hatin' on me, I don't give a damn, I shrug my shoulders up