Heart of a Lion (feat. Ben G) - Waka Flocka Flame

A heart like lion, a burning like fire Waiting just to be set free A heart like a lion, a burning like fire How can I bear captivity? Oh yeah! Some, they tell me I'm a fool A fool who walks this road alone So afraid of making changes Remember that nothing is carved in stone Oh, tell me why we are so afraid of The secrets locked within our souls? 'Cause everything that we're made of Is dying just to be exposed, oh yes! So, don't turn your back on yourself, 'cause there's nowhere to run And you know your life ain't a practice run It's time to wake up you're mind Oh yeah, yeah! Or maybe tomorrow will never come Or maybe it will, but by then it's too late, uh-huh There's nothing left to do but cry Oh yeah! And now you cry But you don't know why And now you cry But you don't know why Oh yeah, yeah! A heart like lion, a burning like fire Waiting just to be set free Oh yeah! A heart like a lion, a burning like fire How can I bear captivity? So what you want to be now? Well, it's time to realize That everything you need now Has been right in front of your eyes Yeah, don't point your fingers and blame Remember, it's never too late to change Don't point your fingers and blame Remember, it'll be okay Just don't turn your back on yourself, 'cause there's nowhere to run And you know your life ain't a practice run, nah It's time to wake up you're mind Oh yeah-eah! Maybe tomorrow will never come or maybe it will but by then it's too late, uh huh Or maybe it will but by then it's too late, uh-huh There's nothing left to do but cry Oh yeah! And now you cry But you don't know why And, and now you cry But you don't know why You better get up You better get out You better get up and turn your life around You only live once You better act now 'Cause you never know when it's gonna come back around, yeah! A heart like lion, a burning like fire Waiting just to be set free Oh yeah, yeah! A heart like a lion, a burning like fire How can I bear captivity? Oh yeah, yeah! Oh yeah, yeah! A heart like a lion A heart like a lion A heart like a lion

Damn Mikey Cold and abandoned Chills runnin' through her spine, just for thinkin' he won't I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh I had dreams of touchin' ki's, no piano Don't f- with me 'cause you feel like you got to Said she writing someone name, her latest tattoo Said I left her broken, I ain't try to But you whatever you want, you know I got you (I got you) Arguments with my BM, she said a lot to hurt me I was goin' numb but that was back when I was poppin' Perkys Grindin' hard for these fabrics, now I feel like Prada cursed me I'm tryna sell off my conscience, they sell off controversy Can't compare his numbers to mine, that's 'cause the block was thirsty Out in them trenches, stay a while, I keep a Glock with 30 Them members left a bloody scene, that's how our mob did dirty Score, fast breaks, hit up his body, they shot up his jersey They keep forgettin' who got the city, might make copies of my stat' sheet Get up close, knock out his grill, we don't rap beef Hop out the car and turn that bitch into a track meet Runnin' from the graveyard so we pack heat Cold and abandoned Chills runnin' through her spine, just for thinkin' he won't I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh Youngin' was already the coldest, you just ain't know it Too many scars, heartbroken as he got older (yeah, yeah) G- in pants, if he show it, he gonna blow it All for them bands, he be rockin', he be rollin' And n-, they got tension, but they beef be undercover though I can't lie, I miss it, but these b- ain't one hunnid though I thought you was different, but you built just like these other h- Had me in my feelings once I seen how your true colors show But I carry on, act like I don't care 'bout that Tryna change her last name to Green until I seen her heart was black Try my best to lead the team, life of a quarterback Heard the news about DeeDee, I damn near a heart attack (yeah) Cold and abandoned Chills runnin' through her spine, just for thinkin' he won't I remember plans for forever, guess we won't get what we want Tryna force myself not to care until I genuinely don't Heart of a giant, walkin' to the beat of my own drum Know they hate hearin' me, stoned, uh

C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings We got hella folks, niggas sell coke Some sell pills, others sell weed We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch The bitches drilled him; hoes killed him Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him And they film him, yes, they love him But they dirty, you can't really trust them Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) All I need is weed; all I need is coke All I ask for one thing: Hit Squad boys to never go broke Clayco let my niggas go, free my nigga Kebo Free my nigga Gucci, So Icey, niggas tryna stick me? Just because I'm icey? Boy, that's your life, G Dick me and pipe me? Naw, that's unlikely The Dale (Ain't gon' have that) Campbellton Road (Ain't gon' have that) Boulder Park (Ain't gon' have that) Morrow (Ain't gon' have that) Mount Zion (Ain't gon' have that) North Joy (Ain't gon' have that) Tara Blvd. (Ain't gon' have that) Upper Dale (Ain't gon' have that) The Hill (Ain't gon' have that) Point South (Ain't gon' have that) Jonesboro (Ain't gon' have that) So Icey (Ain't gon' have that) Westside (Ain't gon' have that) Eastside (Ain't gon' have that) Northside (Ain't gon' have that) Southside (Ain't gon' have that) Think about what you do if you run up on me Think about what you do if you run up on me Flocka! C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka) C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die H-S-T till I die Sell that weed till I die Move that crack till I die Claim southside till I die Till I die I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

KG gonna trouble you Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music Reload DJ Tiny, man, we in this motherfucker, man Squad, baow, baow, baow Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music How could I leave y'all back like that without one more? Y'all was with me every show, all around the globe Every minute in the studio, fans Y'all became my best friends, this is God's plan Y'all encouraged me to be woke, encouraged me to eat right Y'all energy kept me afloat Y'all stuck with me through my marriage Y'all was with me wrong or right Y'all was with me all the way, how could I throw that away? How could I forget them lonely Nights starving, y'all put food on my plate I was in a lonely place, y'all showed me a way Y'all told me keep making music, boy, put down that dirty K I listened to every word, now I showed my whole hood the way Flocka Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music My first time in the booth Swear to God, they start laughing at me I ain't give a damn, I was rappin' tacky Six months later, had my first show And I ain't never look back, nine summers in a row I brought Chaz and Dunk to every show Them So Icey Boys, niggas know I'm talkin' Wooh, French, and Juiceman Guc' fresh out in the Mulsanne I'm on the side in that Ghost, mane Bricksquad, we run the game Them Bricksquad niggas run the game The ego kicked in with the fame Guc' and Juice started beefin' Wooh and Frenchie barely rappin' Where that left me, where that left me? Stuck in the ghetto with all of my niggas Every concert, I brought all my niggas Jumping in the crowd, acting wild, young niggas We was chasing our dream, we ain't never had shit Came from the bottom, now all of us rich Diamonds gon' glist' on our neck and our wrists You niggas know y'all not living like this, squad Accountant still ain't got caught cheating Chasin' dreams, shaking off demons The other side get the worst treatment Fall through my marriage, tell me won't leave me Shit hard right now, going through it Shit hard right now, going through it Fell out with my dawg over music Hundred mil', I'm walking to it They like, "Don't retire, we love your music When your new shit drop, we gon' turn up to it Burn a 'Wood to it, we gon' trap to it Party hard music, get drunk to it" Girls fixin' makeup in the mirror to it All the athletes walking out to it World my music, worldwide music Upper echelon, G5 music

I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Piss ass nigga you ain't never drunk I'm a real Piru, ask Big Suge I'm a real trapper, ask Victor Hill For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to catch a kill (Hey) I'm Waka Flocka, nigga Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga Throw your sets in the air for my blockas nigga Two shots of the [?] that go Flocka nigga I'm on the block my nigga Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian killer I will never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti A lot of rappers start trapping it's like recess Real jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck Set the game for you niggas, that's a preset Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga that's the G set I'm like Meech, my nigga Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you niggas Waka Flocka name still good in these streets Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach When it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga Hundred shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be twerking nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti Check his background, he ain't who he say he is Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your shit Boy I must admit a lot of rap Early in the morning and my dog baking cookies John Gotti Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga Go against Waka Flocka, kamikaze Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you find me Heard they trying to take me off the streets, my nigga Pussy niggas snitching, talking to police my nigga Now the feds tryna kick in my front door I got lawyer fees, burn money, case closed (Flocka) I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga Back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti I been workin' nigga Cocaina, she be flirting nigga I back my 'Rari out the driveway 500 pounds, 200 squares, John Gotti