I love you

Singing alone Love lalala I love you i love you I love you What I'm up against to have these niggas fumbling I'm like a double in They sent that warrant out in nineteen been running ever since Beeb did thirteen ain't been in trouble since nigga Chopping stone younging left the block went and copped a phone Fight who? Spray it on I'm like cologne Got hustle in every bone play the streets like orange cones Y'all ain't ain't winning cause y'all playing man We in the zone inmates on the phone Somebody go in then come home Stress go away when they press one and pick up I started selling crack cuz I wanted to get my kicks up I watch niggas drop out they pick the blick up Have blood on your clothes like when Trey pick Rick up Like blizz in the spot this a stick up Shorty on my body she want me to give this dick up I'ma have her like And I won't pick up You know what time it is nigga when I'm on that time right Too many shooters and not enough hustlers around Let's bring the money back outside Niggas don't even get fly no more man The streets is dead Lets bring this shit back alive It's the way the streets made me money got me un lazy Try not to crease my ones and put paper before the ladies Thought she was the one bitch you ain't tracy mcGrady Keep it real if you ain't that then move that's how faking made me And every day is good I make it back to my babies I follow rules can't walk on my shoes still with them tools But nowadays niggas got too much to lose I fell but I ain't bruised It's only one thing in this world I hate that's when I lose Gotta step it up I got shit to improve Told cuz im back in my groove was in a bad space I had to move You know bucks walking down like my ride ain't come I'm still at it going hard my grind ain't done Gotta hit the lab and go so my mind don't run You stay consistent with this shit and your time gon' come Drinking, fucking, stacking the ones, look at these guns Bit up a bomb bomb, playing the drums I'm still at it