Under My Pillow

[Hook] Ooh, I love you so But why I love you I’ll never know [x4] [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Picture if you will, that the throne was burning Rome was burning, and I’m sitting in the corner all alone burning Why does it always end up like this? Something that we don’t determine Same people that I fought for That I fight for, that I ride for That I live for, that I die for Be the reason that these niggas is alive for And they want me dead But I’m so sorry but I just can’t die for you But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for? When the grief is over, beef is over, I’ll be fly when Easter’s over I tried to teach niggas how to be kings And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers So the love is gone, til blood is drawn So we no longer wear the same uniform Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller The castle got bigger, the walls got taller And truth be told after all that said Niggas still got love for you [Hook] [Nalyd Ecitsuj (Primetime)] Showed love to you niggas You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it God damn this shit leaves a mess don’t it Shit feelin’ like it was death don’t it Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it I spent about a minute, maybe less on it Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it But first I shall digress on it Uh, Wasn’t I a good king? (Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?) Didn’t I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to? (Huh, I gave you my loyalty) Made you royalty and royalties (Took care of these niggas lawyer fees) And this is how niggas rewardin’ me (Damn) [Hook] [Nalyd Ecitsuj (Primetime)] Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me But I’m bullet proof, bitch you can’t get nothin’ past me Got body armor (A nigga gotta watch the throne) And I’m bussin’ back, so niggas in a glass house should not throw stones What do you do when the love turns to hate? (Gotta separate from these fuckin’ fakes) Caesar didn’t see it so he ceased to exist So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit Am I my brother’s keeper? (Only if that nigga don’t gotta kik) Got a pistol under my pillow (I’ve never been a deep sleeper) P-p-p-paranoia (Cause the nigga that said he’ll…) Blast for ya (Is now…) Blastin’ for ya, that’s an assassin for ya (These niggas got a shot they’ll shoot) Please Lord (Forgive him) For these niggas (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)