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"Gimme Ur Love"
[feat. Eyes Low]

[Verse 1:]
I feel like Eddy Kendricks
David Ruffin, I'm a temptation
I've been patient but my pim racing
I'm hungry like the homeless nigga down in train station
But still I got them dudes that move it out in pen statin
Ya'll been hittin, they never show love
But I murder like oh great snubs and OJs gloves
We cause Rose floods
When we buy out bars, so they close they clubs
The life of a chosen supreme
Gotta fake it til you make it from the hope to the dream
But I'm takin that you hatin like you hope it's a dream
Real effect, true or false, son they know I'm between
Yo it seem the haters like love but my state is type thug
Even though they hold a grudge I still love em like blood
These niggas ain't God, who the fuck are they to judge?
I'm the same hood nigga, middle finger to the judge like what

Gimme your love
You get me higher
Gimme your love

[Verse 2:]
Man I really got something to say
I'm not like these other dudes who wanna rap without they gun every day
I'm just tryin to live life and have fun every day
Live every minute like my last and it's runnin away
Yea the guard is on point and I'm runnin the play
To bring the shine to the dark when the sun is away
What ya'll want me to say?
How ya'll want me to roll?
Son they hate me like Kobe but they want me to play
Move far from the ghetto but they want me to stay
I thank God for His mercy, stay humble in pray
I done made it through wars, I got homies in jail
Same story like yours but you want me to fail
I'm just tryin to be the winner at the end of the tale
Remember when I got pin to putting drugs on the scale
Plotting on these drug dealers, no slugs in the still
My lifestyle signed and seal, everything real but still
I need ya'll to...

Gimme your love
You get me higher
Gimme your love

[Verse 3:]
Uh yea, check it
Empty Henny bottles and one clip a day
Getting alcoholic, son I'm probably one sip away
Work in that cable vision, tryna sell a triple play
One job from being broke, I guess it's just a nigga way
But won't stop, Tom eatin of a bigger tray
Getting paid, throwing house parties like getting played
I ain't the kid to play but if it's on I go get the cake
Cock and go dumb like I'm in the bake
These niggas must have forgot
I've been loose since someone slipped dust in my pot
Rape goose in the booth, nigga fuck it I'm hot
I never tried to waste time being something I'm not
That's for real, put my hand on the bible
I stand with the title
Though I idolize my fans, to my fans I'm they idol
A OG but you see me as a new arrival
Put my name in yo rap if you feelin suicidal
Bitch blap blap

Gimme your love
You get me higher
Gimme your love

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