Who Gets Your Love?

[Verse 1]
Who you gone love if I choose to take off my gloves and um, vacate the game ‘fore a nigga could make a name. ‘Cause in this lane, when you sprinting it feels like you jogging in place. Showed y’all real, still y’all let them suckas blossom in my face. But I ain’t trippin, I’m just digging in the crates. Reminiscing on what makes me great. If it happens, it happens, you can’t change your fate. Just gotta cross all my T’s, Dot all my I’s. Charlie Brown style, ‘cause you can be perfect and still treated worthless. Time to smell the coffee, pull back the curtains. They take you for granted when you grand, granted you gone be they man. But understand I ain’t here to bring extra sand to the beach. Your mind and soul is what I’m planing to reach. Look, I find it so cold I got a slow stroll. While bums getting title shots, I don’t got no rivals, your idols be my comp. But I can be nice for days, write for days, it ain’t gone get me paid. ‘Cause the shit that’s getting praise comes straight out the microwave. While I got that whole foods, soul food, so smooth. They can’t help but hate it, shit that got your Nana’s ankles amputated. I could be tossing hollows, but I’m tryna be a role model. How they gone treat the people’s champ like he Hornswoggle? The fuck...

[Verse 2]
It’s recording? It’s recording? Alright. Uh, yo. Shortys used to say I was too nice, now I’m too mean. Went from no action to phone slapping like I soothe feinds. I play it so crazy. But I got a lady that I been feeling lately. And the feeling’s mutual so she expecting shit that I refuse to do. I never been a lover boy, heartthrob. She say it’s toxic when the feelings there, but she can’t see it like oxygen. Damn. They hardened the kid, just pardon the kid. Done put my trust in pretty eyes and got disgusted many times. Done got older and smarter. Play the game a little harder, so it ain’t a false alarm when I’m digging somebody’s daughter. In eachother, hope we both find a gold mine. Fill a void we ain’t know we had, shit we was both missing the whole time. Can see us now in my Mongoli switching furs, matching rocks, compact Glocks, you know the his and hers. Never compare me to these other niggas, and before yo bald head ass try to judge a nigga just put yo all in tryna love a nigga. Uh, aye. Let me hear that shit paulay

[Verse 3]
Yo, uh, say. An all around team player. Got a Bill Russell hustle. Was seeking beside em when you was hiding from knuckle tussles. Switched from scrapping at the peach fair, to spinning blocks like D Ware. “Beware” I told the homie, “leave it in ya holster homie.” I know we soldiers homie, but the state can’t wait to hold ya homie. Scold ya homie. You’d rather let him die then post ya homie. Or scream free him and won’t think to go see him. You worst than Vermin, type that won’t learn till you duct taped squirming. Before I leave my niggas out to dry I’ll perish with them. Break bread till it’s all crumbs. Hit the lotto, we all won. Facts! We come from the gravel, don’t feel rattled when them boys plot. Leave a nigga back full of coin slots. Handle our business, close our mouth and carry on. Champions, our headquarters the old perry homes. Still Southside/Worldwide 285 til the death of me nigga, and when I die won't be an extra me nigga!