Paper Hearts - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Only God can judge me, he the only one who know me

But my little cousin, that’s the one and only Goldie

(Goldie Glo)

All we need is us, don’t need no money, need no hoes or drugs

Or co-signs from these phony fucks, these suckers they can blow me

Need no introduction, I know everybody know me

On the low these niggas owe me cause nobody came before me

Sippin' OE through my gold teeth

Oh my God I’m blowing up, these busters stunting like I suck

That’s just a front to cover up the fact that they can’t fuck with him

And I be playing dumb, who gives a fuck?

But now I tell you what it’s on site when I see you

When you see me better knuckle up

Cause it’s this one time, it ain’t my fault I never learned to trust

I loved you like I loved myself, it’s just I don’t love me enough

You probably think I’m nuts, you’re probably right, sometimes I’m wild as fuck

A pile of swisher bags, it wasn’t my right to put my pens in you

I’m just a young kid growing up who stumbled in and the lows are buff

From nothing into something, in 6 months I should’ve slowed it up

Overwhelmed, so I don’t go out much or pick my mobile up

I never been too social,, but Cody know what’s up

Throwing up from Georgi Coconut, I had to give it up

It all became a crutch, plus it was leading into other stuff

Harder stuff, mama called me ask me if I’m doing drugs

Whilding on my niggas and they think they frame is really buff

Don’t blame my addiction for the days that I was missin'

Don’t you get too crazy for this thing that I’m emitting

Cum laude in her kitten, there’s something you should now

I turn her on the dick then she turn me on the

Paper hearts don’t fold like wallets do

Baby girl you know I want you

Break it down now, pop it for the crew

Yeah, yeah

Paper hearts don’t fold like dollars do

Baby girl you know I want you

Break it down now, pop it for the crew

Yeah, yeah

What’s a paper heart you may ask?

Uhm, being a paper heart basically means

That understand the fact that time is just an illusion

When I was young I had dreams of being a poet

Dreams of changing the world, although nobody would notice

I’m from where the ones with respect was gun toting

Either you had your own or you was young and hopeless

I wasn’t the former, never quite the latter

Could say I was a loner, my thoughts was always scattered

Preferred the sanctity of my own mind

Scenes I seen in my childhood would make a saint blind

I seen niggas driven mad, he had so much promise

Free my nigga Benzo, shout my brother Thomas

We from where the penny truck close at 6 o’clock

Mommy called me out the window, she thought she heard some shots

I was at the barber getting lined up

Staring at the posters, observing while they talked

Just another young nigga soaking game up

Ten push-ups in the morning pumped my frame up

Practicing my ice grill, tinfoil fronts

Dropped out of high school when Jayo got locked up

My father moved to Florida, I just gave up

Dark phase of my past, I don’t care to discuss

That’s when I found rap, well, rap found me

And escaped from the madness that surrounded me

Was banking on this dream ever since sixteen

Back in building 154, apartment 4B

That’s kings people shit