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pouring out my heart - mook lyrics

[produced by todd hill]

[intro]
i’m tired of pouring out my heart and they don’t feel it

[chorus]
i’m tired of pouring out my heart and they don’t feel it
i’m tired of riding with these n-gg-s who ain’t with it
i’ve been on the road, i’ve been in-and-out the city
i’ll be getting money, ’til the feds come and get me
gotta watch my back, know them n-gg-s trying to get me
i see it in their face’, i got bands in the safe
stars in the roof, south beach in the wraith
hit the strip club, throwing money in their face’

[refrain]
i used to be broke, i get money everyday
mama used to cry, now she see me getting paid
i used to be cool with them n-gg-s throwing shade
now, they wanna see me down by sleeping in the grave
money’s all i know, ain’t too much for me to say
i’m-a end ’em down, these n-gg-s gon’ pay today
i’m still putting on for n-gg-s that made ’em wait
whenever you hear the song, don’t tell me i didn’t say

[verse 1]
tell me where can i start
this sh-t come for the heart
bad b-tches on my line, trying to give me the pop
n-gg-, shout out to pops, ain’t no more ducking the cops
had to take another route, i can’t rock with the ops
n-gg-s used to laugh at me, now can’t wait ’til i drop
b-tches used to try to flex, now they’ giving me top
only do it for my n-gg-s, r.i.p. to the knock
catch me in that drop-top, pro’ly me and lil knock
whenever that tape drop, hit the dealer and cop
whenever i get the money, i’m-a buy me a house
mama used to kick me out, had to sleep on the couch
n-gg-s never gave me nothing, but be runnin’ they’re mouth
had to cut some friends off, we knew n-gg-s was soft
now, i’m smoking on this gas with this b-tch in the loft
had to cut some friends off, we knew n-gg-s was soft
now, i’m smoking on this gas with this b-tch in the loft
coughing in background

[verse 2]
top down through the city
last week, another n-gg- try to get me
i was down bad, came up and now they hit me
switch the flow up, whoa, whoa, i need a milli’
go and get a bag, hit the beef and try to feel it
really try to get it, these n-gg-s be in they’ feelings
i’m-a keep it cool like a fan that’s on the ceilings
playing with the bands, the man that’s in the building
i’m-a keep it going, this music gon’ make a living
all these f-ck n-gg-s gon’ turn me into a villain
got my cash right and now, i need help to count it
say that you gon’ ride, but, n-gg-, you ain’t about it
pull up in that coupe, ’cause n-gg-s gon’ try to stop me
and i drop a song, these n-gg-s gon’ try to copy
they say that i’m on ’cause lately, i’ve been a topic
you would never see me unless it’s about a profit

[outro]
i’m tired of pouring out my heart and they don’t feel it

- mook lyrics

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