| Damn, you really do love me? |
| My fans, always lifting up me |
| Got plans, to take over the country |
| With all of you with me |
| I think we might be on to something |
| When all of you get it when all of you feel me |
| This shit is a remedy |
| We always at battle when this is the perfect weapon for the enemy |
| We live by the code, together we fight with collective energy |
| Depend on each other, like they my brother or someone that’s kin to me |
| It’s evidently present in me, showing it daily |
| No reason but hate in your blood if you betray me |
| We keeping it pushing call a grudge mental slavery |
| You may think I’m crazy but you’ll get some if you listen baby |
| The thing that makes the world spin, that love |
| Would you give your girlfriend that love |
| Would you feel for someone you would give up everything for |
| By any means we ready for war |
| Don’t take it for granted we trying to get more |
| I love the ones that love me |
| That see me out here hustling |
| Some hate but deep down trust me |
| Trust me, I know you love me |
| Getting it around my city |
| I got Strangers rocking with me |
| Feel me, fill me up when I get empty |
| Real spiel givin in become less tempting |
| When you got a whole lotta people |
| Telling you go get 'em and giving you momentum |
| on a ride, shall I |
| Live in the moment for feeling this hopeful |
| And the zone I’m untouched |
| All because of you |
| I found this place |
| The collective faith |
| Make it hella hard to ever doubt |
| Brace for mistakes |
| Had to learn it’s not a race |
| Now i’m under the impression they cannot erase |
| L-O-V-E, the dreaded word |
| When amongst the thieves some killer curves |
| Take 'em to church nigga |
| I made it my business |
| To go with the heart of the witness in search |
| Show 'em the single most powerful thing on this earth nigga |
| Take it with me to the studio |
| Put it down on a page |
| I engage |
| from the groupie hoes |
| When I got off of the stage |
| Now I get it everywhere that I go |
| KC, MO to L. A |
| I’m straight. What would I complain for? |
| I’m trying to obtain more |
| I love the ones that love me |
| That see me out here hustling |
| Some hate but deep down trust me |
| Trust me, I know you love me |
| I feel like |
| Love is something I’ve never known |
| Supposed to be evergreen but it’s never grown |
| But that isn’t set in stone |
| I’m taking time to deal with hands that have been dealt |
| How can I love anything else if I don’t truly love myself |
| I’m literally out of this, Valentine energy |
| Letting off the varieties of emotions, lie with me |
| Won’t let one vicious experience sadden me |
| But I live in the oneness with the very existence that is me |
| or get changed feeling distant |
| Cause I’m full of this pain |
| It’ll be my imprint in print, the future |
| Eyes find writings in this cave |
| That say love existed first |
| On this planet mud and this dirt |
| The land is the flesh |
| The water is the blood of the Earth |
| Moving with, Love is a craft |
| Step in a student leave a master |
| If you love something |
| Don’t be an actor |
| Cause love is evil backwards |
| The little one in me is steadily hoping that love surrounds him |
| Trying to live well in the years of my youth |
| And say I found it |