Heavy Heart - Lyrics by Meek Mill

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I gave this hustle everything I got (thing I got)
Always kept it real from the very start (very start)
Niggas ain't thorough like I always start
Damn, the game left with me ha heavy heart (heavy heart)
The streets left with me ha heavy heart (heavy heart)
Niggas say they with you when they really not (really not)
Niggas plot on everything you got (everything you got)
The streets left with me ha heavy heart (heavy heart)

Uh, I kept it trilla from the very start
Seen so many people crossed me, I don't know where to start
Uh, that bitch left me with a heavy heart
Yeah, still on them papers, they won't let me off
Never thought we'd make it out the ghetto, now look where we are
Fucking famous bitches and that pussy taste like caviar
I done gave these niggas everything and that was from the heart
Rollie, chain, every car, all they did was left me scarred
Heard my dog talk behind my back, and I'm like let him talk
I won't say his name, but he gone feel this shit in every bar
Feel this shit in all my verses
Was it really worth it
Cut the grass and all the snakes gone surface
Nobody's perfect
Shawty bad, she kinda made me nervous
Maybe I'm trippin'
Hoping this paranoia from all this shit that we been in
Burned you with gasoline, burned out all of your bridges
Nigga, you suck at friendships, something you got to live with
Fuck it!

Tears fallin' like the water when the levy's drop
Boys in the hood, these niggas trey, they screamin' let me out
Know they ain't ridin', it was drama, I'm like: Yeah, we out
Tryna please these niggas, shit gon' probably wear me out
Drive me crazy, I've been by myself lately
Forty on my belt lately, I don't need no help lately
Nigga crossed me, I cut him off
And I felt crazy, 'cause I got a purple heart
Shit I'd rather work and walk
'Fore I ride luxury with niggas that don't fuck with me
I'm starting to hate this fame shit, look what it done done to me
Seen half these niggas turn they back on rappers, tryna come for me
Don't want 'em in my company, jsut wanna be accompanied
Hundred mil', dreamchaser chasin' dreams, hate is fake and love is real
Niggas said I wouldn't win, told them yes, the fuck I will
Hit the studio with all my feelings and I let 'em spill
Forever thorough, be a sucka nigga? No I never will, know!

Uh, my heart heavy, my soul cleaner
When shorty got a big head, I was like: Hold, gina!
I made a mil, I got a deal, I lit the whole team up
I had the whole squad lit, I had the city poppin'
I told my dawg don't listen to 'em, get caught up in that gossip
They wanna see you in the hood, back when you ain't got shit
Remember nights was on the 'gram, toasting with the pilot
Then everything was sour, this little thing of ours

Lyrics of 'Heavy Heart' by Meek Mill