OneLuv Kt - 2005

Me and my dawg bout to get this shit poppin', twin
Checked the itinerary, there's no other options (Rxkz)
Keep this shit calm, cool and collected
We got up out the 'partments, keep the currency protected
Jet Life, goal I set mine, leavin' my friends behind
Just to focus on the craft behind this little pen of mine
You can say I turned fake or I switched for the cheese
And I won't argue with a soul, but just to clarify? I chose me
Got tired of bein' asked for, they ask more when you say no
They want you keep it basic like cable, but that was back then, and I'm here now
They fuckin' with the Luv sound
Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it to rent
I'm givin' dollars worth of game, and they ain't makin' no sense
I realized all you lil' niggas content, swear y'all ain't on shit
Them lil' jokes you niggas make when I bring up the music
But show love behind closed doors, that shit is confusing
I never knew through these years what the fuck I was doin'
But I'm here now to spaz, and leave it all out on wax
And y'all know who was sayin the shit, let's keep it trill
You keep losin', you gon win, shout out to Trell
Big bro gas strong, we smokin' a L
Blowin' my problems away with each puff just like the snail, Father
I went from unknown, now I got offers
We was stayin' near Les Jardins, I never saw this
From writin' lyrics in second grade, Luv is an author
Hit my line in my Instagram, I need me a sponsor
I ain't worried bout no nigga in a seven thou' mile radius
Ain't worried bout the white man, the TV makin' us
From BET to MTV, all the way to the radio
6 o'clock, 103, Greg Street was playin' us
Remember those rides to Lawrenceville in 2005
Or maybe like one year later when Lyfe Jennings was fye
Tellin' teenagers they comin' into the S.E.X
Or hit 'em with the gospel, man it Must Be Nice
Let's keep it trill, none of y'all gon slide
I keep it G when I rap 'til the day I die
They act like they don't know the deal, and I don't know why
Foot on the pedal 'til I reach the sky, 'til I reach the sky
We droppin' bombs over Baghdad0
Tell them niggas get away from me, them niggas trash trash
They better take that energy to someone they can lash at
And I don't care about that feature I sent, I'm past that, your stock dropped like Nasdaq
Y'all care about the screen too much, my nigga cast that
Y'all know I'm always first to the gym, the one that's last back
Your bitch need her nails done, I tell her check her Cash App
I been ill with the flow, and no strap can mask that
Pin it behind they ears, they tryna sack 'em a quarterback
Get that get back for the last act and then they double back
Before the fest, I cost about five beans and now I double that
That's why you'll never hear me on any tape, we'll never run it back
Had to get Ju, my brother, and Dott for the project
To perfect my vision, I'm tryin' to reach the object
To get up out the mud, I really feel I don't gotta option
If I want the revenue, I gotta lock in
Pardon my french, Luv love no bitch
Luv love Benjamins, let me keep it a brick
But I would never out one of my bros, I stood on ten
And friends never felt shorted, I tied my ends
ONE forever, nigga this is your king?
Shots flyin' everywhere, we engage then let it ring
I been numb to the pain, I've been takin' medicine
And stealin' light from you peons, I'm Thomas Edison
First verse in about three weeks, I'm back to rippin' shit
I see your shorty boppin' her head when I come on, she feelin' it
I can fit more words in nowadays, y'all write shorter sentences
Y'all don't got what it takes to ever fuck with my deliverance
No more am I reachin' out, you bitches gotta come to me
Never quit your day job, it get Coyote Ugly
Ugly like Rodney Stuckey, this rappin' is fun to me
I been snappin' for like five years straight, what more they want from me?
Love

Written by:
Kamren Hughes

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