Love Is Just A Word

PK shit, all day shit

Take it back to the basement where I rhymed
Paced, contemplated all the placements on primetime
Studied basics from the tapings that I'd buy
Found a vocation to ease achings in my mind
Vic Ave, 428, lived at a crude place
Apparent that parents were mismatched, it's too late
They'd despair in a piss match and soon they
Careless 'bout marriage, I'd sit back and boom bass
This reinforced in him his meeker aura, then
Now every speech I form I can leave the people floored with them
He stays real from when they cleaved the cord from him
Til there's a place filled in the crematorium
Deserve to get the respect, an urge I get to be next
He's impervious to BS
Carryin vision in the music he manages
Inherit addiction, it's how ya use it and channel it

Yeah, the kid too nice
Dynamite with dolomite antics
Started organic so I understand when you panic
Bout to be gigantic after I drop this
Top this, got your girl topless in the Malibu
She say I'm proud of you Clint
You fucked me better
Pats baby and I'm after the chedda
No matter If she black or white, Cruella
Know I get er wetter than an ice cold Stella
Or Pac at Coachella with the hip-hop fans
Used to be a little kid runnin' round with the fake bands
Now I can't count on hands with the cash that I'm gettin
Too sore gotta rest before my writers session
Cus you don't wanna block this greatness
When I drop it's an automatic add to ya playlist
Eh, it's okay to like my music
You listen in the dark and you're lookin' plain stupid

Love is just a word, that's sincere
Gettin' left when you ain't right
Why you ain't here
I woulda let you on everything
Now you on the outside lookin' in on everything
We were supposed to win
We were supposed to go for gold
Now we gotta put the dreams on hold
How you fold like chairs
How you move around like you don't really care
That's real, that's the shit you feel in your soul
When your brother dead to you like his body cold
Can't believe we were close as kids
Now you wanna go ahead and burn the bridge