MAD LOVE

[Intro: Lil Yee]
And I ain't wanna listen
Two wrongs don't make a right, fucked up decision, yeah
Ayy, let's talk about the trenches, but we survived that shit
And niggas still dyin'
You know niggas get killed, I hope that wake you up and let you know what's real

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
And I got mad love for my city and my section
And mad love for the killers that still steppin'
Ayy, bitches sellin' pussy, I don't judge you, I respect you
I hope the money do not change you, no money they neglect you
Ayy, hundred on my wrist, all over my sleeve, uh
I used to pray for times like this
I put my heart in the cup and grab the eight and pour the liter
How many gettin' high like this

[Interlude: Lil Yee]
Mad love for my city and my section
Mad love for the killers that still stepping

[Verse 1: Lil Bean]
I just put down another dub on my necklace
Stop the hatin', nigga that's how you block your blessings
Mad love, I lost my unc' to the system like I got bad luck
They say they're real hard to find, guess we the last ones
They ask me how I get far, shit, I just ran it up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ran it up from zero, huh, neighborhood hero
Tell them niggas they gotta pick a side, can't play the middle
Hate when niggas talk about some shit that they don't live though
I ain't hit the club, just count a hundred at the crib, oh
Pop another benzo, Moncler, no Kenzo
Niggas making diss songs, that shit ain't in my mental
Tryna really run it up and live life presidential
Nigga diss the dead, shit, that's how your family miss you

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
And I got mad love for my city and my section
And mad love for the killers that still steppin'
Ayy, bitches sellin' pussy, I don't judge you, I respect you
I hope the money do not change you, no money they neglect you
Ayy, hundred on my wrist, all over my sleeve, uh
I used to pray for times like this
I put my heart in the cup and grab the eight and pour the liter
How many gettin' high like this

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Yeah, she ain't find no vibe like this
See them blue lights, she ain't see no ride like this
Let me pull it over, see what's on your mind right quick
Let me pull it over, I can't waste no time in that shit

[Verse 3: Lil Yee]
You know I got mad love for you
You know I got mad love for you
Case you thought that I didn't have that for you
You know that life is just a campaign struggle
And I was fuckin' with your heart, fuckin' with your feelings
Fuckin' up the money, fuckin' up my vision
The almighty dollar, runnin' to them millions
Still stand on business, take care of my children

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
And I got mad love for my city and my section
And mad love for the killers that still steppin'
Ayy, bitches sellin' pussy, I don't judge you, I respect you
I hope the money do not change you, no money they neglect you