Love Is The Message

Can you see what I'm seeing

Or are you distracted by the poverty-stricken streets of deep depression that we in?

I see survivors of the worst conditions to be in

You see deceit and the demons, the the death and the grieving

No place to raise a seed in

But the rose still grow through the crack left in the cement

Just as pleasant as Eden, where wonder succeed in greeting

Oppression's the reason people unite

Even give they life expressing what they believe in

Hang on close to the real ones

Hold 'em up high, ride 'til we die

Love is the message

Look, black on black, pockets fat

Hopping out the seven-strap

Walk up to the club, don't pat me down, they just pat my back (uh)

All my niggas got chains on and we thick as fuck

Add a dress code, but brush the dough 'cause we don't give a fuck (uh-huh)

Standing on the couch, just popping bottles, smoking weed

When you see them hoes flocking then that's how you know it's me

I got power in these streets

Big balls, bots, and briefs

Like Agadir, P-R-E-Zs and these expensive-ass jeans

Yeah, and I'ma beast off in them sheets

So if I pull then I'm gon' squeeze

As soon as I come then I'm gon' leave

As soon as I'm done then I'm gon' be

Back on my grind, back on these beats

'Cause I could never be a nigga that had it

Lost it, and end up back in the streets

Nuh-uh, so it's all money until I'm R.I.p

And in my city, nigga, I am he

And we are the O-N-E-S

We bang hard like the drums on the beat

Nip Hussle (ay, let's go)

Keep your ear to the street, nigga

Hang on close to the real ones

Tomorrow don't make no promises (promises, no)

Showing them 'til the day comes

Hold 'em up high, ride 'til we die

Love is the message

Block music, tennis shoes, and the war

One false move, that's an interview with the Lord

The fly general, screw face, scriber of the tablets

What's a piece of metal to a magnet?

What's puppy love to a marriage?

What's a charm to a chain of medallions?

What's a scammer to a hustler up for the challenge?

Another cup for you to pour me in

I put the archetype on display inside the auditorium

This right here is recorded history

You got the God, Nipsey, Rakim, and Planet Asia off the whiskey

Tipsy on this dead culture, which is my way of life

I live it then unite in a state of extortion

Head on the swivel, my enemies loco

But I was blessed with the same power as Simeon Toko

The hip-hop Sheikh Amadou Bamba

And, yo, the trinity is me, my mother, and my father regardless (hang on)

Hang on close to the real ones

Tomorrow don't make no promises (promises, no)

Showing them 'til the day comes (you gotta show them)

Hold 'em up high, ride 'til we die (yeah)

Love is the message (look)

These affirmations, I'm the dragon slayer

Crawling out the dragon's lair, unscathed, web3

I don't sell my music for no chump change

One song, moving six figures off of one day

What I need a record label for? I'm on the front page

Paid in full, rock the godfather of the wavy flow

Grenade, blaze, radio for change, blaze, stay the flow (yo)

Waiting in the water, drown eternally, parade the coast (yeah)

Back 'em down and play the post (look)

Get back in town and fade alone (whoop)

When it come to the message (c'mon)

Stress it, hip-hop, my love language (yeah)

All that for one message (one)

Don't blink for one second (whoop)

I'm gone where I'm headed (whoop)

Not a fader, the long was present (whoop)

Strong 'cause I'm going where they come

I was raised up a phase, never calm, I'm a weapon

I belong with the legends

I wrote your favorite rapper verse

But the reference was more authentic (yeah)

Ain't about the mentions, I told you, it's 'bout the message (message)

Drop my daughter in the classroom and hop on a plane

Give her a kiss, tell her I love her and I'll be back again

It's Louis

Hang on close to the real ones

Tomorrow don't make no promises (oh, promises, no)

Showing them 'til the day comes

Hold 'em up high, ride 'til we die

Love is the message

One time for the real ones

Keep your head up high

It's for the ones who didn't make it

We gon' blaze all night

Can't show no love no more

These streets ain't safe for you and me

Thank God we blessed one more

Thank God we blessed one more

Hang on close to the real ones (look up in the sky)

Tomorrow don't make no promises (we are two, I am the one)

Showing them 'til the day comes (look up in the sky)

Hold 'em up high, ride 'til we die (we are two, I am the one)

Love is the message

If I wasn't Snoop Dogg, I wouldn't mind being Rakim