More Love Less Hate
All my bills paid and my credit high
Far way from getting by
Careful who you trust your own relative be switching sides
Beefing with bux suicide they must wana die
Mr Finish the job
Still connected by the gods
Who you trust when your own family be Scandalous
Gotta trust yourself the only way to really handle it
I was preaching peace in the streets
Like an activist
But to get peace our emotions we gotta Manage it first
A lack of knowledge brings a early casket
Never judge a book by a cover without reading a chapter
So much wisdom walk in churches and start preaching to pastors
They slept on me when I aint have a Mattress I make em believe in magick
Why compete
Niggas can't walk 10 feet in my sneaks
I was surrounded by a snake like Adam and Eve
You aint bring nothing to the table nigga how u gone eat
Two phones hard to reach for niggas trying to go leach
Show you the way and you still lost
Laughing at the bodies that you caught man you still soft
If you aint growing tryna spread love I don't Feel yall
I been through the dirt through the mud through hell hoes
If I cut you off don't be blowing my cell Phone
Always knew that ill get my shot
Nigga James bond
Funny how they they fans now I been singing the same song
Funny how they they fans now I been singing the same song
Ya heard
Far way from getting by
Careful who you trust your own relative be switching sides
Beefing with bux suicide they must wana die
Mr Finish the job
Still connected by the gods
Who you trust when your own family be Scandalous
Gotta trust yourself the only way to really handle it
I was preaching peace in the streets
Like an activist
But to get peace our emotions we gotta Manage it first
A lack of knowledge brings a early casket
Never judge a book by a cover without reading a chapter
So much wisdom walk in churches and start preaching to pastors
They slept on me when I aint have a Mattress I make em believe in magick
Why compete
Niggas can't walk 10 feet in my sneaks
I was surrounded by a snake like Adam and Eve
You aint bring nothing to the table nigga how u gone eat
Two phones hard to reach for niggas trying to go leach
Show you the way and you still lost
Laughing at the bodies that you caught man you still soft
If you aint growing tryna spread love I don't Feel yall
I been through the dirt through the mud through hell hoes
If I cut you off don't be blowing my cell Phone
Always knew that ill get my shot
Nigga James bond
Funny how they they fans now I been singing the same song
Funny how they they fans now I been singing the same song
Ya heard
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Writer(s): Christopher Cross
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