Hearses (feat. Kurtvza) Video (MV)

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses

Yo im just tryna craft and ride off on a different wave
These cats'll stab you in the back before you getting paid
My thoughts in disarray, I hardly visit graves
Not many left of us I had to pick a different way
I got a daughter to raise, a stack of these bills that need paid
I got this hole in my chest, and i got this shit i should say
I wanna connect with my words
I wanna flip me a bird
I wanna see that we wanting for nothing and stuntin' because I got heard

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses

I had to change the way I changed the way I usually feel
I put a ring on that shit and bought her a crib to show that its real
I learned to stand on my own
Watch what you say on my phone
Watch who you let in your circle
Watch who you let in your home
I seen my day ones turn to hey-ron just to catch they breath
I seen the same dudes smoke the life from they eyes
I did it myself
I seen dudes switch up on they fam and morals chasing wealth
But I seen the light in the dark
And I seen the heaven in hell

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses

My notes is full of verses, but most devoid in purpose
I came up worthless, paid by party crashing, snatching purses
Them rowhome blocks still broken
The destitute and hopeless
Some homies locked, some homies dead up in the backs of hearses