Love

[Verse 1: Teiji Mack]
-Drummers and violence up in my matrix
-I know love i know war, it’s all the same shit
-One tainted by emotions the other wisdom
-I don’t have enemies they all murder victims
-Why feast on the weak when the Lord will get em
-To see me turn the other cheek is award giving
-I need an Oscar, I make my mama proud
-Then one on one with Kyla Pratt in the back of the ‘lac
-Puffing on the color purple, the O loud
-Might cast all women and sit the fuck down
-The sinister sound, but it ain’t sick
-Every time the beat thump you checking for lumps
-Flow owed to cause inflammation in your pancreas
-Overload on information just to hang on this
-Niggas swinging like a pendulum on the point of my penis
-Thought I’d name drop... shit ion need it

{Hook}
-Maybe I, maybe I
-Seem supreme to the lady eye
-Maybe I, maybe I
-We wild things can't control our life
-Maybe I, maybe I
-Pocket slim, Mariah Carey waistline
-Maybe I, maybe I
-Lace black forces just to take mine

[Verse 2]
-Melody and melancholy in my matrix
-I know love i know war, it’s all the same shit
-Had the most holy judge 'fore they even know me
-Been listening to too much Soul talkin A. Crow
-Lets have a feast said the white man
-On the blood of the weak when they invite us in
-Build the country off the back of a beat with a leash
-Play some natives like guitar, call em Indian
-Please stop killing us said the black man
-Then apply that same pressure with they women friends
-We can’t go nowhere because we really paralyzed
-Under defeat of a generational parasite
-Asians don’t like us, Gandhi sold hope
-Might pull a Jhene and just sail soul
-Say i lost culture, but it’s right here.... waking up 400 years in a nightmare

[Hook]

[Chorus]
-New thing can you talk about a new thing
-They don’t wanna hear no bars
-They dont wanna heart yo heart strings
-They don’t wanna hear bout heartbreak
-They just wanna see how your cars
-New thing can you talk about a new thing
-They don’t wanna hear no bars
-They dont wanna heart yo heart strings
-They don’t wanna hear bout heartbreak
-They just wanna see how your cause

[Verse 3]
-First you break it and you bust it, an ew, the drip gon fall
-And then you get to open it up finish it all
-Cus life a come an catch ya when you think you think you got it all
-And flavor just ain’t hitting, without a little salt
-So you runnin to yo family there’s that healing in yo blood
-And yeah you got that family that hail liquor as a drug
-It’s like a game of jeopardy, you know, pick that one
-Can’t we please keep this on the low, eh eh eh
-Cus ima nigga, that just wanted to see things
-Take me back to the back of the lac, jazz a g thing
-When think you really a know a nigga, start to just peep things
-Focus shift to oil in the pan, watch it bubbling
-She shakin fast, and you actually get that loving in
-Smack an ass, Smack a face, if a Republican
-I decide, to be great, to lift my other Ken
-PowerBall ima play, no that’s the other Ken
-Switch it up and season it down, til it gets good
-Then you stir ya life with yo flame, cheese it good
-You soak it and you melt it, cus there’s money on the shelf
-And if these niggas ain’t take it, oh i mean, might as well
-I can make it on the stove, and I can chop it by myself
-Cus when you tryna make it sell, that shit gon knock, that shit gon sell
-Am I the only nigga that seems stricken with myself
-Hold the world up in my pinky and be villain in my wealth
-Maybe I’m just not my kin that seem stricken with they wealth, but i seen so many things, I’m so sicken with myself
-Am I the only nigga that seems stricken with myself
-Hold the world up in my pinky and be villain in my wealth
-Maybe I’m just not my kin that seem stricken with they wealth, but i seen so many things, I’m so sicken with myself

[Produced by Teiji Mack]