Love, Me

[VERSE 1] I told my homie, he should go and make love or make peace But in between please make sure you makin' ends meat Ain't a place but the slammer, you can stay in your pajamas Eatin' three meals, and livin' in a room rent-free Actin' too cool for school, I saw my homie hustlin' Five days they busted him, in five-ways they fuckin' him My days spent like money when it's budgetin' Two hours can sleep while the others I be humpin' with And I don't run around and front like "yo I run this shit" But I don't run from shit, you Forrest Gumpin' it Would y'all support me if I talked about guns and clips And started disrespectin' women, call em "sluts" and "tricks" How 'bout if on the come-up I would just get bucks and split And never spit again, Would you be listenin'? They say they love me but they fussin' show me different And now I love my distance, Misses [HOOK] Can't say I did it without love But wouldn't say that love did it for me Baby some time it's bound to Come down to what are you doing for me? Me me me me What are you doing for me? Me me me me [VERSE 2] That's when she wrote me dear john letters, tears on sweaters Never fall in love again from here on ever See I was here for pleasure, fucks with all this pressure Krush Groove too, now they say I'm tough as leather Some people measure life like a night light, they never wanna sleep alone She shut it off but they keep it on Just like they keep it going even when they misarrive Couldn't keep their lady it's a shame they couldn't do they job Still they sneakers hot and they whip is tough Bumpin' thug raps loud until they speakers pop I love once a year when I try to speak to pops And then we fight again, so we don't speak a lot My day-to-day is like a flick ahead and people plow Full length feature god see's 'em like the preachers gwap Yeah, god featured in the preachers plot God giveth every reason that I love my job HOOK Verse 3 My atributes are simple, aspiring to be an actor/rapper packin' dimples Ion' hold heaters but good lord Jesus knows If I did shoot That I would blast an instrumental, huge wholes in it Top-notch women, no hoes when I'm roller coastin' life and so I roll wit' it Punches? I'mma go twelve rounds speed bag puffin weed Y'all should probably pack your lunches They say to take this route it takes you out But I got an easy pass, won't see me needing cash Believe me, got it figured out, plans are bigger now Indeedy, it's like my blueprint eats wheaties It's like my shoeprints don't even need me And Sene's just the title, cause most of you don't see me I love to get a nine-to-five to satisfy my moms Cause she told me love isn't love if it doesn't feed me HOOK