Lyrics:
ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up here to judge
Let's neglect the what if's and make it do what it does
Let's get it
Is it bad that I never made
the sorrows
I'm not afraid to bleed
If it makes a better today than tomorrow
'Cause only
Love (tells somebody)
Love (to make my enemy my brother)
Love
O.P.P., how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for "Other", P is for "People"
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
beaters
And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute
I'm in service
Praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the business
I know the Lord is lookin' at me
But yet and still it's hard for
me for
Who told you the city was yours?
Round of applause and you get around just because
You wasn't down for the cause
Provin' the form, hope it
of Oak
Oh, don't you know
Do you know about my city, the city of Oak
Oh, don't you know
The high street is the place where this brother spit it to me
carelessly
Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
Bomb first stand proud
Ain't looking for hand-outs
Twenty-five years up in this bitch
And I'll be damned if I
last
Will it last a little longer if I blast?
And trust me
I'll probably be the last to preach
Cause ain't no hope for the
Future if they asking me
it wasn't for you
I'd have no one
To love me
If it wasn't for you
That's why I call
You my number one
Lord you'll be
My number one
My number one
nothing
If I smoke a rapper
It's gon' be legit
It won't be for clout
It won't be for fame
It won't be 'cause my shit ain't selling the same
It won't
It's like the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned
They don't want the same sentence, niggaz get to snitchin'
If I could reverse the monsters
to use it for others to use it
(Talk about M's)
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep
At a time like this? (Talk about M's, M's)
I’m sorry if that
ain't rushing for love, and I ain't up here to judge
Let's neglect the what if's and make it do what it does
Let's get it
Is it bad that I never made
silly of me, no really, it's free
Aye you can use the phone like a new computer wand
That's an Ethernet pun, cause dial-up's all done
When it took twenty
to use it for others to use it
(Talk about M's)
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep
At a time like this? (Talk about M's, M's)
I’m sorry if that
finally understand
For a woman, it ain't easy trying to raise a man
(I know it ain't easy)
You always was committed
A poor single mother on welfare,
the relationship shifty
And it's all my fault he still tryna to convince me
I miss my goddaughter I wonder if she miss me
Birthdays and Christmas I ain't never
empty since my daddy wasn't with me, shoot,
I wasn't picky I'd take any male figure you
Stepped in at the right time,
It's 'cuz of you that I write rhymes
Show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he
Wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
of Blackness
Everybody talkin' about keeping it real, huh
Well I got the real for ya
One time for your holy mind
Come on, hold on, yes
[Chorus]
Hold on,
You don't know what I been through
Don't know what I seen
This for my brother I miss you
One day we go meet
If I hurt you ain't meant to
You know
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