Love

You're talking 'bout love but I don't see it I'm more familiar with heat then leave you under the cement Cement, call it threes I'm retro like Esco Looking for the bitch with the best throat, fresh clothes Walked out the cleaners, connect out in phoenix And I was born with it they're telling me I'm a genius As long as my misses legs is thick as sirenas from the belly of the beast The world ain't never seen us They talking bout love as if I need it it's hard to feel emotion I'm constantly drunk and weed it My main man for ten years switch before I seen it My first love wasted my time I don't believe it It's seeming like hate is the new love I'm faded and few clubs The haters confuse love Love is what make Tiger Woods go on the green Love is what got Kobe Bryant stuck in the gym Love is what Denzel kill em in every movie No prejudices bring the groupies my spirit glow from within Love for the highest why Delora's lost her job and her daughter's staring to cry ain't no food for her inside She smoking on credit and doing whatever for a rock It ain't never gon' stop cause the love is that deep or Could it be the lust when the trust is a factor Love tin the fade, there's too much for the laughter Puffing the master cause the dutch keep me casper Floating like balloon strings, caught up in the rapture I need it with the lights slow, incense burning every lesson on the block considered intense learning Before I was even ten-cent earning Automatically got it never a stick shift person Love was in the air first time that I slow down Just was trying to fuck, no time for the romance Couple bitches daddy told em with the program Loving for the hustle made me wait for the post man Early in the morning you was still sleep Love have me up all night, tryin' to kill beats But I never had it, how they had it so I still creep I don't make excuses, I'm making niggas feel me Giving them the real me (giving them to me) Never just pass it by and you never stopped in the hood You was just passing by I never thought I'd see my little homie just ask to die in the game And you talking 'bout practice, L and I With a pilot by your side you couldn't be half as fly Ring die tryin' to walk be alive if he had a ride I paint the picture so effortless We're talking bout love hold on and perfecting it Boss is take losses no matter the deficit I'm staying duck nigga I never sit 4x Love and get you killed in the streets But I got that same love for my unborn child Love don't pay the bills, can't be waiting for no deal Hit the road and kill one more time