The Heart Part 5

Album: single release only (2022)
Charted: 24 15
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  • As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
    And my perspective may differ from yours
    I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down with me
    All my fans, all my beautiful fans
    Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people

    I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
    Rebellious and Margielas'll chip you for designer
    Belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence
    Make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel alignment
    Residue burned, mist of the inner-city
    Miscommunication to keep homi' detective busy
    No protection is risky
    Desensitized, I vandalized pain
    Covered up and camouflaged
    Get used to hearin' arsenal rain
    Analyze, risk your life, take the charge
    Homies done fucked your baby mama once you hit the yard, that's culture
    Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
    Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
    I done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house
    Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin' to buy some weed
    Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts'll proceed
    A brand-new victim'll shatter those dreams, the culture

    (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    I want the hood
    Look what I done for you (look what I done for you)
    Look what I done for you

    I said I'd do this for my culture
    To let y'all know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
    In my mama's sofa was a doo-doo popper
    Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
    Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
    No option if you froze up, always play the offense
    Niggas goin' to work and sellin' work, late for work
    Workin' late, prayin' for work, but he on paperwork
    That's the culture, point the finger, promote ya
    Remote location, witness protection, they gon' hold ya
    The streets got me fucked up, y'all can miss me
    I wanna represent for us
    New revolution was up and movin'
    I'm in Argentina wiping my tears full of confusion
    Water in between us, another peer's been executed
    History repeats again
    Make amends, then find a nigga with the same skin to do it
    But that's the culture, crack a bottle
    Hard to deal with the pain when you're sober
    By tomorrow, we forget the remains, we start over
    That's the problem
    Our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows
    Dehumanized, insensitive
    Scrutinize the way we live for you and I
    Enemies shook my hand, I can promise I'll meet you
    In the land where no equal is your equal
    Never say I ain't told ya, nah
    In the land where hurt people hurt more people
    Fuck callin' it culture

    (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    But I want you to want me too (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    I want the hood to want me back (I want, I want, I want, I want)
    I want the hood
    Look what I done for you (look what I done for you)
    Look what I done for you

    Take the drums out
    Phew, phew
    Phew, phew
    Phew

    Celebrate new life when it come back around
    The purpose is in the lessons we learnin' now
    Sacrifice personal gain over everything
    Just to see the next generation better than ours
    I wasn't perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered
    Temptation and patience, everything that the body nurtures
    I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry
    But all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urgent
    Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here
    Where the energy is magnified and persevered
    Consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear
    Euphoria is glorified and made His
    Reflectin' on my life and what I done
    Paid dues, made rules, change outta love
    Them same views made schools change curriculums
    But didn't change me starin' down the barrel of that gun
    Should I feel resentful I didn't see my full potential?
    Should I feel regret about the good that I was into?
    Everything is everything, this ain't coincidental
    I woke up that mornin' with more heart to give you
    As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence
    To my brother, to my kids, I'm in Heaven
    To my mother, to my sis, I'm in Heaven
    To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven
    To my friends, make sure you countin' them blessings
    To my fans, make sure you make them investments
    And to the killer that sped up my demise
    I forgive you, just know your soul's in question
    I seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed
    And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved
    I completed my mission, wasn't ready to leave
    But fulfilled my days, my Creator was pleased
    I can't stress how I love y'all
    I don't need to be in flesh just to hug y'all
    The memories recollect just because y'all
    Celebrate me with respect
    The unity we protect is above all
    And Sam, I'll be watchin' over you
    Make sure my kids watch all my interviews
    Make sure you live all the dreams we produce
    Keep that genius in your brain on the move
    And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail
    Make sure them babies and them leaders outta jail
    Look for salvation when troubles get real
    'Cause you can't help the world until you help yourself
    And I can't blame the hood the day that I was killed
    Y'all had to see it, that's the only way to feel
    And though my physical won't reap the benefits
    The energy that carry on emits still
    I want you Writer/s: Arthur Ross, Jake Kosich, Johnny Kosich, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Leon Ware, Matthew Schaeffer
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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