Heart to Heart

Song's full of broken words Same thoughts, the truth on what I'm living
Cause I'm running on the same course And you're riding on that same horse
From trials of little school To getting thousands every week
And having pictures by the pool The heated floors are kinda cool

I wanna do it different Speak about my trials and tribulations
But stay hidden Honestly, the football kinda got me feeling
Different Money try exposing my flaws on all these women
Man, I had to keep my distance And the people in the game are criticising

Every minute Fans ain't always with it
Accountants always billing And some of us just never feel the trust in
Our position And people wonder why they're mainly ballers
With a stigma Seen the olders write a book, I'd rather

Write a hook I seen the vets talking shit about the way
I look Footballer fits, they think it's dripping
Try support the hood I wonder just how many ballers wish they
Always could I'm talking be free, give back and do

Whatever fills Because us ballers kinda need that
Not saying go to clubs and party hard because that's beanwack
I'm saying live your life but never ever cheat the grind
And all these children dreaming prem But 98 won't get the time

And I'm speaking from a place where 2% can reap the shine
So it's live it or you'll die It's deliver or goodbye
It's believe and don't be shy It's work hard and never lie
Paranoia creeps Cause when it's beep it could be robbers trying

To eat Do they know just where I live or do they
Follow to my street It's that rotty fake barking or some dickheads
Trying to breach Do you struggle after games to close your
Eyes and get to sleep Are you overthinking every single action

Through defeat Are you thinking bout the team
Are you trying to leave the league for a better place, a bigger space
Most of all the fans be always thinking it's for bigger wage
Most of us just wanna reach potential try and levitate

Practice what I'm preaching I've been trying to get my mind straight
And music got me balanced still I'm battling in God's way
And still I'm far from perfect but I know a lot can all relate
Subconsciously we're egotistic Who's got the better car

Who's got the rollie off the wishlist Who's getting more bread
And which one's got the more rep And which one thinks he's too sick
But deep down he's too dead I've seen too many fake friends
But that's just where the fake ends Real gotta recognise the real one

Till it makes sense Shorty gotta go and get the pill
Until like day 10 I don't want no baby
Got a baby since like age 10 Ladies wanna try and bag a baller
Well that depend See so many ballers

Breeding wrong and in the deep end Half of what you're getting
Getting swiped that's a big dent Funny how the ladies wanna whip it in the new bends
Look this my heart to heart I'd rather turn my point of weakness into music charts
I'd rather try and make a difference to the youth in charge

The bottom's where we all grew up but no we've made it far
Us ballers had to stick together from the very start
This just a vague introduction to my pen and spark
And I've been battling with fear since I chose the path

More action more cheers like it's Lara Prague
This the ending of beginning this my heart to heart
This my heart to heart
This my heart to heart

I'm really trying to paint the picture like a work of art
Black rose a public figure about to light a spark
To all my ballers in the system that be on the path
I've seen dark I've seen a kid turn into a star

I've seen light I've seen a star really fall apart
I'm dropping caution to the wind this my heart to heart
This my heart to heart