Lance DeVinci - Show Love

Make love for a nigga one time
Make love for a nigga one time
If you think about your soul, is you ready to go
If they tell a nigga no, is you ready for war
All that work you put in, is it really enough
If they say it's not a sin, is you killing or what
Tell these niggas bout me
Tell them that I'm really tryna' win
I'm a shop me
No longer giving out free game, need to cop me
These rappers all mimicking the same
They Kakashi, copy
Think I'm cocky, probably
This a kamikaze, come correct
These niggas ain't been talking properly
Claiming they the best, so I put em' on an IV
Obviously they zombies
They walking dead in they bodies
Come and find me, I'm killing em' for a hobby
This rapping shit just remind me I'm truth mane
Add a Method to the man
Like I was Wu-Tang
Rappers running from the bars cause it ain't grooving
But I got tunes man
Play it and tune in
Ain't been to sleep in like three, four days
I'm stressing out, no more ink
Finna' bleed on dis page
No cure for this sickness that a nigga contain
Doctors hollering out, Jesus this some never been seen
I been working, working, working, working
I'm certain these niggas worthless
God letting me talk my shit, so all you rappers take notice
I pray that your soul is worth it
Got a dollar and a dream
Woke up and I wrote these verses, damn
Make love for a nigga one time
Make love for a nigga one time
Run with wind, go
Smoking again, roll up the window
Puffin on indoor
These niggas is mad
What's with the fam though
Thought we was kin folk
That's why I move solo
Below the belt, like I play limbo
Woah, woah
I think to myself on nights like this
I roll my spliff, contemplating if I should quit
I need to focus more
I got my focus, but I focus more
On the things that I should not explore
Sometimes I lay back with my eyes closed
Fall asleep at night
Dreaming about if I'm a make it out or not
This dream real life
Back when shit seemed simple
Before the notepad and the pencil
Before I worried about having a bitch that I can tend to
Back when my favorite cartoon was essential
Breakfast morning cereal and grandma made it special
That was the sweet life
When you ain't have no life
Before growing up and you wishing for good times
But what do I know right
All I know right
Is if I wanna' make it out then nigga I will write
Write my wrongs, my songs, my blessings, my vice, my lessons, my strife
Write shit that I don't tell nobody
Once a secret, now a hobby
I probably got pinned up emotion like anger
Not proud, a sinner
In the eyes of my maker
But make love for a nigga one time
Just make love for a nigga one time
If you think about your soul, is you ready to go
If they tell a nigga no, is you ready for war
All that work you put in, is it really enough
If they say it's not a sin, is you killing or what

Written by:
Devon Davis

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