Always Be Here

This good weed gon' have my lungs fucked up
Before my first child graduation but the sums lumped up
I been pennin' crazy verses since 'bout Joe's "Pump Up", these niggas wanna kill me
But I got the nine tucked up
Up under the shirt
Clinched between my belt and my dick
Fully loaded, two sticks, one for you, and your bitch
Steppers been get back gang, they walk you down in they Ricks
They postin' clips and mags, nigga who you tryna convince?
Y'all too worried 'bout bitches and fashion, forget the rappin
Y'all tuckin' blicks, we tuckin' ARs, we bootstrappin
They hear Luv comin', and it gets nerve-rackin'
These niggas sing and do you real Cole, like they Nat King
I ain't comin' off shit, it's OneLuv 'til I die
All my niggas eatin' off me, givin' slices of pie
Y'all not mockin' the sound, 'cause damn your sinuses lie
Apple and Peach, Atlanta raised, Bedford-Stuyvesant high, Luv

They tried to make a mockery, it's us vs us
One plus Luv, Kt, 45 in the gut
I blast pussies, you niggas ass, I'm back in that bag
He tried to step to me, sucker boy got sat on his ass
Who you think really fuckin' with One? This pen a gun
Step back, new jack, observe the paragon
The F L Y guy, I'm fly like peregrine, and my sisters'll do you bad like Sarah Greene
This game so Will and Jada, you bitches petty to the Fresh Prince
They say the way the kid flows, I must've studied pyrotechnics
Probably technically, I cooked so masterfully
Compliments to the chef
And dawg I'm out the 'Ville, so I probably been the greatest yet
Ain't no probably, ain't no one man to stop me
Nigga this is just the confidence, I wouldn't call it cocky
The mag dumper, Luv the Croc papi
Step in front of me, toe tag, your body necropsy, Luv



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Writer(s): Kamren Hughes
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