K-Rino - From the Heart lyrics

Yeah, we gotta do what we
Gotta do out here man
Gotta make these streets feed us man
Ain't nobody else gon do it
Boys is out here hungry tryna
Get it anyway they can
So this what we gon' do, listen

Your boy ain't tryna be the hardest
I'm just tryna be a grown man
Live prosperous
See money and touch it with my own hands
Worship God
Help people and don't let life defeat me
Show love and treat people how I
Would want 'em to treat me
I speak with such deepness
Some question my streetness
A mistake if you ever take
My kindness for weakness
Hard times I beat that


Done took heat and gave heat back
Been drawed on by police and
Shot at by street cats
Discriminate on no money
Nine to five or hood money
The rap game done helped me turn
Bad money to good money
Done had sex and made love
Ran game and played love but right now
A million dollars couldn't make me trade love
Never sold crack or sold pills
Just wisdom and cold skills
But in my city ain't no deals that
Should jack cars and show grills
And that's backwards
The game is getting faker every year
People base a artist off of what they see
Not what they hear

I'm speaking from my heart, homie
I been tryna keep it straight
Up from the start, homie
But these evil forces ripping me apart, homie
I'm tryna make people appreciate my art
Homie
I'm in this world still tryna find my way
Man still patiently waiting on my day, man
But, I'm running out of good things to say
Man
And suicide ain't a option so I pray, man
That's what it is dude

Reality I sip from, you want some
Come get some
They say K you ought not rap so
Much about the Nation of Islam
But kill that
The NOI backs me and I back them
And they don't print enough money to
Make your boy attack them you want me
You take my subject matter like I leave it
Me sell out for a record deal?
I can't even conceive it
Life ain't all about the money
Love of money's our opponent
If my ties to Islam block me from a deal
Then I don't want it
Whether radio or industry, you fake
I'ma attack y'all you can't blackball a man
That's already been blackballed
All states get slapped on
Punks with bra straps on
And I ain't no studio gangster
Tryna hide behind a rap song
In the park you gotta fight
You a mark get out of sight
Your bark's worse than your bite
What's in the dark come to the light
Must be crazy if you think that
I would ever fear another man
The mic be in my left
The murder weapon in my other hand
And none of these stuck up left females
I been tied yeah girl you look good
But, you a monster on the inside
Messed up in the head
Frustrated and depressed
Thinking what a man is driving
Is a measure of success

I'm stressed out and rolled down
Half my dreams to' down
And 85 percent of the folks I
Ever met was low down
No nuts you better grow 'em
Got hands learn to throw 'em
And you can hang around a person all
Your life and still don't know 'em
That's so true, but that's a part of life
You gotta go through
Like being poor and working at a
Job you hate to go to
I guess I start mobbing
I'm hungry tired of starving
My girll running me crazy daily
Now I'm tired of arguing
Need something to uplift me
The game is real shift
J-Flex is doing thirty years
And Pharoah doing fifty
And Aftermath done did ten
My boy Guy did fifteen
And these cakes is out here acting hard
When they softer than whipped cream
My enemies unjustly
Tell lies when they discuss me
You shocked because I never trusted you
I barely trust me
Can't touch me, you out there everyday
I'm kinda rusty
Say you ain't jealous the way my
Name is in your mouth, you must be