Good Ole Luv

(*talking*) G'yeah, what's wrong with you niggas out here man I done been in y'all shoes already man You act like I took a magic carpet ride, to where I'm at I been there and done that nigga, I've paid my dues already [Slim Thug] I started small time, karaoke rhymes Jotting raps on my pad, till I ran out of lines Use to flow from day to night, till I got it right It wasn't till mixtapes, I felt spotlight Thinking back when Slim Thug, use to live like a scrub Out the trunk selling mixtapes, out at the club Had to hit the road for days, rolling in rental cars Building up my client tale, determined to be a star Use to do talent shows, every week and lose Stay out till 4, be up at six for school Being Slim, wasn't always cool When I told 'em I'd be a star, they use to call me a fool I done plenty songs for free, shows on the G.P Worked hard, to make another nigga money I guess that's why I'm blessed, with the cars on dubs I paid my dues, fools gon give me some love [Hook: Chris Ward] (forgiveness for my good old love) for those that hated You don't know how long we waited, to say (forgiveness for my good old love), you talk down But then you always around, trying to (forgiveness for my good old love), at first you knocked it But then we dropped it, and you jocked it so (forgiveness for my good old love), fuck it Well give it to me then, give it to me [Sir Daily] I was born to be a hustler, simple and plain Got tired of being broke, so I entered the game With no fame and no change, just a pen and a pad All you lames can complain, but I'm getting my cash A dime to a dolla, I double my digits I grind for my dollas, and hustle ridiculous Cause friends like to smile, and have fun when you down And never have no ends, to lend when you down But that's o.k., cause I laugh at the past Writing raps everyday, as I mash on the gas A Hogg, that never looked back Now they say Sir Da', I didn't know you could rap And you crabs, trying to earn my friendship I swear this back stabbing, and fake shit is endless But fuck it, man to my whole thugs I'm a hustle with thugs, so nigga show me love [Hook] [Kyleon] I use to push, nick's and dimes Now all I do is spit a few hits, and rhyme But this game is no different, it's a constant grind I need a constant shine, fuck being in a constant bind Been rapping since sixth grade, getting lunch in line Filling up my notebooks, with a bunch of rhymes I knew that I could succeed, if I put my all in it Superstardom had a place for me, one day I'd fall in it I use to write them notes, and quotes in class Everytime the teacher'd pass, she would gross my ass They use to joke and laugh, when I'd say I rap Now they get out they seats and clap, when I say I rap All the caps and miss-happ's, is a thing in the past You use to didn't cut for me, now you bringing me cash You use to say that Kyle was ugly, now they bringing me ass Now that my flow made me do', now they bringing it fast [Hook]