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Ayy Dealin' with heartbreak, heartbreak I’ve been dealin' with heartbreak Nigga, my heartache (Know I'm sayin’?) Swear to God (You know) Look in the mirror, what do you see? I see somebody dealin' with heartbreak When I love a nigga, my heartache I know how a Cuban cigar taste But that do not help with the heart pain My lil' brother died in a car chase And spend all my older brother from beside the whip He got the car spray Guess he got through on the crossway Thankful that we ever crossed ways Wonder do heaven got hallways? Prayin' how much I say always Salute OG Boobie, that's all day Bringin' it back from the call way Ain't fuckin' with niggas, they all fake ’Cause I pour my Hen’ and they all hate You can't get mad at a nigga who’s gettin' it If he not carryin' y'all way SongtexteI had to make a decision Bread Winner mission to get it while y’all wait I get that coffee delivered Metric ton off the boat in a tall crate Maybe I'm havin' an off day Maybe I had a heart and my heart changed Look in the mirror, I see a great man Look in the mirror, I see a great man Just look in the mirror, I see a great man I see a great man, I see a great man I used to look like a caveman, stressin' 'til I done got grey hair Me and Odell Beckham back room havin' conversations Label the lightware I told 'em I used to have nightmares Somebody killin' me, tryne get rid of me Bitch, I'm really retarded You gotta finish me right there Mazzi was smiling when somebody shot him, diamonds on heaven in the night air Lemme me breathe for a minute I mean, did a nigga really not think this day would come? I mean from allah we come To allah we must return I pour a four in a two liter And remember some joy and we all well I put a ho in a two-seater I press on the floor and the car bail Runnin' the raw like a Barksdale Dump through the miles with the cartel Say you a dog with a small tail Loped to the ground with a large heater The ho that you lovin', she garbage I'ma go vrmm in a Corvette Take your shoes off in the apartment We could go sit on the carpet Look, I made you some tea, she got all wet But I am not fallin' for all that I hit from the back and she all head You got 'em leavin' on call back I hit from the back and she all head And you gotta leave 'em on call back Only the player shit I entertain I done matured, I was bein' lame I had some cuts turned into stains You know I'm still prayin', fully flate I'm still affilated with the gang Bread Winner Gang (Bread Winner Gang) Cop lights, no lookin' around for stop lights These niggas be actin' they not right And the security top flight It might went over your head a lil' bit but it come off of Friday with Mike Epps Smokin' a clip with a nice hep We tryna celebrate another season I'm tryna levitate it out of reachin' I'm tryna meditate you with my breathin' I'm tryna bet a way from livin' decent I'm on some medication, got me thinkin' I roll a cigarillo with sativa I'm on a different level on the kids (Yeah) I'm on a different level on the kids (Ayy) I'm on a different level on the kids I'm on a different level on the kids (Ayy) I'm on a different level on the kids Aus Songtexte Mania