Give Me Love

I want your love

I want... your love

I want your love

I want... your love

Check game

Paper in my pocket, not lint

Got a house note not rent

Dual exhaust sound like a dog barking

Cutlass Oldsmobile, Platinum Kush sparking

At the intersection making hella noise

Car got bass like Barry White voice

Underneath my seat... HEAT

4 G auto slippers on my feet

Hit the liquor store for some alcohol

Earl Stevens wine and some Buzzballz

Walking out the door I see a super thick

Orange bone thicker than my other chick

Every day I celebrate life

You only live once, not twice

Put the good lord first, not second

That's the only way you're gonna get to heaven

Breathing is a blessing every time I wake up

When I'm at the barbershop, I got my pistol tucked

Ready for whatever, just in case

I gotta put a sucker in his place

In the dirt with the worms and the maggots

My pinky ring got a bunch of baguettes

Standing on the couch in the club

Like the homie Pac say... Give me love!

I want your love

I want... your love

Like the homie Pac say... Give me love!

I want your love

I want... your love

Like the homie Pac say... Give me love!

Everything on me brand new

First thing people look at is ya shoe

Bosses everywhere in my crew

We hella deep... deep like the Wu

Worry about your own paper route

Mess around and stretch yourself out

Groveling and complaining... hella grumpy

Trying to count the next player money

I can see right through a sucka like a vodka bottle

Trying to stack paper... taller than a supermodel

I am on this Mangoscato

It go hella hard, not soft like a soft taco

It's the weekend, and even if it ain't

We gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain't

At the [?], I gig like a gangster

Just to let you know, keep one in the chamber

I want your love

I want... your love

Give me love!

I want your love

I want... your love

Give me love!

Third verse, 41st bar

Raised in the gravel... brought up on the tar

Word played like Scrabble... microwave pickle jar

In the middle of the ghetto, might slap box spar

Used to step on a crack, but I wasn't superstition

Now they got cameras, and face recognition

Gotta be careful on the street

Helicopters can see through body heat

I'm sitting on the couch smoking a bowl

Slapping classics like this that touch the soul

Watch what you say to ya heathen

Never know when you might need em

Be a father to your son or your daughter

Be a man, not a damn coward

Might be a judge or rap or play sports

Attend they games, pay your child support

Most gifted people on this earth, can be right in your presence

Diamond in the rough, by their selves

Back of the bus... by choice not force

Real once cause, embrace, endorse

I love people... not things

That's probably why I always see snakes in my dreams

When you see my family... give them a hug

Tell them all I ever wanted was they love

I want your love

I want... your love

Tell them all I ever wanted was they love... Give me love!

I want your love

I want... your love

Tell them all I ever wanted was they love... Give me love!

I want your love

I want... your love

I want your love

I want... your love

I want your love

I want... your love

I want your love