Bay Boy Heartbreak

Bay Boy Heartbreak [Hook] Smoke in my lungs, pain in my chest, Country trap life, but the grind don’t rest. Heart broke, still I’m countin’ these checks, Bay boy hustler, I’ma die with respect. [Verse 1 – Long Verse] Dirt road Chevy with the bassline knockin’, Heart split in two but the hustle ain’t stoppin’. She left me cold, stomped my soul in the mud, Now I’m ridin’ with the pack, turnin’ pain into flood. Country boy roots, Bay bred in my tone, Strong minded King, I can’t bow, I can’t fold. She was laughin’ with the snakes, I was loyal to the code, Now I flex with my scars, watch the bankroll explode. Bad bitches on the ‘Gram, whole feed wanna see, But I’m sittin’ with the smoke, only ghosts next to me. Whiskey bottle cracked, moonshine in my cup, IG flash, middle finger — I don’t give a fuck. Rottweilers in the yard, Chihuahuas bark loud, Real shooters in my circle, I don’t rock with no crowd. I was broken in the chest, now I’m stackin’ respect, Every dollar that I count is revenge on regret. From the Bay Bridge lights to them country dirt lanes, I’m a hybrid of the pain and the hustle in my veins. Love’s fake, but the money stay solid, no stress, Cash over lust, I’ma die with respect. [Hook] Smoke in my lungs, pain in my chest, Country trap life, but the grind don't rest. Heart broke, still I’m countin’ these checks, Bay boy hustler, I’ma die with respect. #Casperz #bayarea #rap #artist