From the Heart

[Intro: K-Rino] 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 [Verse 1: K-Rino] 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 [Hook K-Rino] 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 [Verse 2: 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 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 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 [Hook]