Could U Love Me

[Will Smith] Uhh.. hoo! Uh, yo, Big Will, in the place to be Mic check and uh, mic check and uh Uh, uh, yo Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town? Would you love me if my pants was hand-me-downs? Hah, huh? Yo, yo [Verse One: Will Smith] Often times I hear a phrase when I'm out and about 8 to 80 all walks of life be shoutin it out Usually when it's time for an encore I hear it But when I did somethin hot it broke in the spirit It's weird, it's like a double-edged sword when y'all applaud It's kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile How do I respond to the phrase "I love you Will!" Kinda heavy when I hear it - be like "Damn f'real?" In a way it make me wanna stay strong and moral But history, say I could be gone tomorrow And though my future look floral, it feel like I'm open For much pain, when people stop shoutin my name And doubtin my game, likin others better than me Writin, letters to him instead of letters to me A veteran B, I know the game, but do me this here In your heart be clear before you bless my ear, c'mon [Hook: Will Smith] Could you love me in the shack in a shanty town? Could you love me if my pants was hand-me-down? Could you love me if my wrists ain't bling? If I wasn't on TV, and I ain't sing, huh? Could you love me if my whip wasn't chrome fitted? Will my name be easier to forget it, huh? Could you love me if my wrists ain't bling? If I wasn't on TV, and I ain't sing, huh? [Verse Two: Will Smith] I pray before I sit with a pen and a pad A birth of a thought occurs, and it calls me dad And to the universe an idea, released from me Just a CD? Nah man, a piece of me But you can't see it that when you be dancin B As I asked you a question that's how you answer me So when you don't dance it be like I'm chokin from cancer Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can't survive, sure I rationalize, like oh I see But if you don't like my cut it's like you don't like me Some stuff works, some works, not so well It's like you work like hell, still get hurt like hell Yo, it can tear you apart But don't let your wins go to your head, your losses go to your heart And if we ever get the pleasure to meet Be clever wit and please measure what you yell in the street, c'mon [Hook]