K-Rino - From The Heart lyrics

rate me

[talking:]

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

Trying to get it, anyway they can

So this what we gon do, listen

[K-Rino:]

Your boy ain't trying to be the hardest, I'm just trying to be a grown man

Live prosper and 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 geekness, 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 I 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

[Hook:]

I'm speaking, from my heart homie

I been trying to keep it straight up, from the start homie

But these evil faces, ripping me apart homie

I'm trying to make people, appreciate my art homie

I'm in this world, still trying to 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

[K-Rino:]

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 N.O.I. backs me and I back them

And they don't pay 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 black ball, a man that's already been black balled

All states get slapped on, punks with bra straps on

And I ain't no studio gangsta, trying to hide behind a rap song

In the park you gotta fight, you a mark get out of sight

Your bark's worse than your nite, what's in the dark come to the light

Must be crazy, if you think that I would ever feel 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

[Hook]

[K-Rino:]

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 po', and working at a job you hate to go to

I guess I start mobbing, I'm hungry tired of starving

My gal running me crazy daily, now I'm tired of arguing

Need something to uplift me, the game is real shifty

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 disgust 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

[Hook]