[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
I just caught a vibe on ’em
You know I just caught a vibe on ’em, ayy
Tryin’ to forgive
I’m tryin’ to forgive, I’m tryin’ to forgive
[Chorus]
I’ve been working on my heart trying to forgive
I’m built like that for real, been that way for years
Rumors in my head right between my ears
They say they want me dead, I pretend like I don’t hear
Mi seh mi di one, mi seh mi di one
Bricks coming in, haffi know they weigh a ton
Lingo, lingo, lingo in the jungle where we from
Top shotta, the slum, where we tote illegal guns
[Verse 1]
I ain’t never been extorted, but I’m still paying lawyers
By the media, exploited, and my story got started
Gotta come back shortly, gotta execute sharply
When I grind I’m out my mind and I don’t really leave me time to party
I rather be in Georgia with a light skin Barbie
Putting dick all in her back, we making love until the morning
I’m cooking on a foreman, please don’t look at it alarmin’
I’m a gangster with a mouth full of gold, she love when I’m performin’
Dip out while she gettin’ dressed, gotta meet with my connect
Gotta package in from Cali and this shit ain’t UPS
Overseas, we on hashish, in Morocco, in the slums
I got brick layer status and we built that off of crumbs
[Chorus]
I’ve been working on my heart trying to forgive
I’m built like that for real, been that way for years
Rumors in my head right between my ears
They say they want me dead, I pretend like I don’t hear
Mi seh mi di one, mi seh mi di one
Bricks coming in, haffi know they weigh a ton
Lingo, lingo, lingo in the jungle where we from
Top shotta, the slum, where we tote illegal guns
[Verse 2]
I’ve been working on my heart and I’ve been trying to forgive
Lotta paints come out Detroit and I like mine with the seal
Something fine on a Lear, dick her down from the rear
Getting mop behind the whip, almost hit a deer
It be difficult to steer, I just nutted in her ear
Forgot to text her phone ’cause it’s hard for her to hear
Big body Benz, flexin’ like I’m OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I’ve been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty bitch and her teeth white, I bought her some veneer
Yellin’, show some love on a feature, I’m like why should I pretend?
Wanna purchase you a verse, a hundred thousand dollar bill
[Chorus]
I’ve been working on my heart trying to forgive
I’m built like that for real, been that way for years
Rumors in my head right between my ears
They say they want me dead, I pretend like I don’t hear
Mi seh mi di one, mi seh mi di one
Bricks coming in, haffi know they weigh a ton
Lingo, lingo, lingo in the jungle where we from
Top shotta, the slum, where we tote illegal guns
[Outro]
I’ve been working on my heart trying to forgive
Working on my heart and I’ve been trying to forgive
Trying to forgive
Working on my heart and I’ve been trying to forgive
Ayy, that bitch pressure now
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