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Heart Full Of Rage Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Dinero
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Young Dinero




Young Dinero - Heart Full Of Rage Lyrics
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Chosen gang and we live, no Tell me that you for me, you ain't mean the same
Sayin' that you love me, you ain't mean the same Pulled up in your place with a new range
Pulled up in your place with a new chain
Tellin' me you for me, you ain't mean the same
Tellin' me you love me, you ain't mean the same its like eight in the stu, bringin' all the pain
And that's a lot of pain twin said Nero, you gotta move on
It's a lot of people wishin' that the day won't the storm
Man, I'm only nineteen with a heart full of rage Did I mention, bro, he was none to the brain
First class, private planes Lot of money, lot of ways
If you was me in that function, you would do the same
If you was me up in that function, woulda saw the game
If you was me up in that function, woulda shot in range
If you was me up in that function, woulda let em sing
Know the oppas been a choir since they know the name
I'm a burb kid with a trench mind Know my body movin' different when it's prime time
I don't even know the time I ain't reach mine Got the devil on my shoulder for the high tides
Got the Lord on my side for the low tides Tellin' me you for me, ain't mean the same
Tellin' me you love me, you ain't mean the same its like eight in the stu, bringin' all the pain
And that's a lot of pain twin said Nero, you gotta move on
It's a lot of people wishin' that the day won't the storm
Man, I'm only nineteen with a heart full of rage Did I mention, bro, he was none to the brain
Big bro on the road, tryna do these shows I told him hop in its all black in the Benz
Know them heathens with me, all mask in the van I was only fifteen when I got up and ran
I'm bout to tell a story This ain't your average gathering
They see all the wrong and saying, Nero, you could do better
But y'all never change, y'all be doin' all the wrong, left the past in your way
Stuck up in my ways, money over fame Love ain't for the righteous, love is for the shame
Spend a hundred thousand on that big body I blew through bag for a nice body
I'm up in the stu, Trevor Hill, got my prod by me
Talkin' bout them lions, feel of pride that'll kill bout me, uh
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Chosen gang and we live, no Tell me that you for me, you ain't mean the same
Sayin' that you love me, you ain't mean the same Pulled up in your place with a new range
Pulled up in your place with a new chain
Tellin' me you for me, you ain't mean the same
Tellin' me you love me, you ain't mean the same its like eight in the stu, bringin' all the pain
And that's a lot of pain twin said Nero, you gotta move on
It's a lot of people wishin' that the day won't the storm
Man, I'm only nineteen with a heart full of rage Did I mention, bro, he was none to the brain
First class, private planes Lot of money, lot of ways
If you was me in that function, you would do the same
If you was me up in that function, woulda saw the game
If you was me up in that function, woulda shot in range
If you was me up in that function, woulda let em sing
Know the oppas been a choir since they know the name
I'm a burb kid with a trench mind Know my body movin' different when it's prime time
I don't even know the time I ain't reach mine Got the devil on my shoulder for the high tides
Got the Lord on my side for the low tides Tellin' me you for me, ain't mean the same
Tellin' me you love me, you ain't mean the same its like eight in the stu, bringin' all the pain
And that's a lot of pain twin said Nero, you gotta move on
It's a lot of people wishin' that the day won't the storm
Man, I'm only nineteen with a heart full of rage Did I mention, bro, he was none to the brain
Big bro on the road, tryna do these shows I told him hop in its all black in the Benz
Know them heathens with me, all mask in the van I was only fifteen when I got up and ran
I'm bout to tell a story This ain't your average gathering
They see all the wrong and saying, Nero, you could do better
But y'all never change, y'all be doin' all the wrong, left the past in your way
Stuck up in my ways, money over fame Love ain't for the righteous, love is for the shame
Spend a hundred thousand on that big body I blew through bag for a nice body
I'm up in the stu, Trevor Hill, got my prod by me
Talkin' bout them lions, feel of pride that'll kill bout me, uh
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