Need Love
I been feelin' like I'm stuck in my ways
Sippin' juice, poppin' pills, nothin' changed
Thinking like "Fuck, what could I do to numb this pain?"
We rappin' now, we used to come up off of stains
The block was poppin' then, but shit, we got it poppin' now
The older homies ain't on shit, some of them coppin' out
No drive-by's, we gon' foot it through or hop it now
And all that kill-a-nigga shit is what you not about
All them niggas on that side be on some broke shit
How you lovin' on that bitch when she let bro hit?
I been beatin' up that road, you ain't take no risk
If we can't get that nigga, we gon' get the closest
Catch me purgin' through the city like I'm Michael Myers
And dog just wolfin' like he skippin, he is not a slider
My brother's keeper, if you ridin', then I'm right beside you
I'm takin' on when every time they try to get behind us
Don't need a light but my shit dancin' when they hit them diamonds
I'm on the block, if you lookin' for me, I ain't hidin'
Somebody tell these niggas ain't no funkin' when you broke
Don't need nobody, half of my skits was damn near to the throat
I dropped my ski-zy when it's sleazy, I'm gon' get up close
I do the dash in every whip like it was stolen
All my niggas got on ice, damn, it's feelin' cold
Come and test it, guaranteed to wipe a nigga nose
Don't give a fuck about what you heard, bitch I'm in my bag
Blood can't come around the homies, 'cause he know it's bad
Switch on every glick we got, I like to blow on 4s
Fuck a pass, catch a sucka', then get on his ass
Fuck the cameras, bro gon' blow the-, without a mask
He gon (ftt), when I up it, that's on every strap
I'm through the front, told lil' bro he gon' go through the back
You post them guns all on IG, what you gon' do with that?
And if he told he ain't around, we ain't bool with that
But anywho, to shake this pain, I get high off drugs
My heart cold, think I just need to find some love
But then I probably don't
It got me thinkin' to myself I'm probably fine alone
You know it's funk, why you leave the house without yo' pole?
If Sleaze call me, then I'm sliding, nigga, that's for sure
Nigga, that's for sure
Sippin' juice, poppin' pills, nothin' changed
Thinking like "Fuck, what could I do to numb this pain?"
We rappin' now, we used to come up off of stains
The block was poppin' then, but shit, we got it poppin' now
The older homies ain't on shit, some of them coppin' out
No drive-by's, we gon' foot it through or hop it now
And all that kill-a-nigga shit is what you not about
All them niggas on that side be on some broke shit
How you lovin' on that bitch when she let bro hit?
I been beatin' up that road, you ain't take no risk
If we can't get that nigga, we gon' get the closest
Catch me purgin' through the city like I'm Michael Myers
And dog just wolfin' like he skippin, he is not a slider
My brother's keeper, if you ridin', then I'm right beside you
I'm takin' on when every time they try to get behind us
Don't need a light but my shit dancin' when they hit them diamonds
I'm on the block, if you lookin' for me, I ain't hidin'
Somebody tell these niggas ain't no funkin' when you broke
Don't need nobody, half of my skits was damn near to the throat
I dropped my ski-zy when it's sleazy, I'm gon' get up close
I do the dash in every whip like it was stolen
All my niggas got on ice, damn, it's feelin' cold
Come and test it, guaranteed to wipe a nigga nose
Don't give a fuck about what you heard, bitch I'm in my bag
Blood can't come around the homies, 'cause he know it's bad
Switch on every glick we got, I like to blow on 4s
Fuck a pass, catch a sucka', then get on his ass
Fuck the cameras, bro gon' blow the-, without a mask
He gon (ftt), when I up it, that's on every strap
I'm through the front, told lil' bro he gon' go through the back
You post them guns all on IG, what you gon' do with that?
And if he told he ain't around, we ain't bool with that
But anywho, to shake this pain, I get high off drugs
My heart cold, think I just need to find some love
But then I probably don't
It got me thinkin' to myself I'm probably fine alone
You know it's funk, why you leave the house without yo' pole?
If Sleaze call me, then I'm sliding, nigga, that's for sure
Nigga, that's for sure
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Writer(s): Jalique Moore, Trevor Douglas
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