Jiggs - Who Gets Your Love?

Who you gone love if I choose to take off my gloves and um
Vacate the game ‘fore a nigga could make a name
‘Cause in this lane, when you sprinting it feels like you jogging in place
Showed y'all real, still y'all let them suckas blossom in my face
But I ain't trippin, I'm just digging in the crates
Reminiscing on what makes me great
If it happens, it happens, you can't change your fate
Just gotta cross all my T's, Dot all my I's
Charlie Brown style, ‘cause you can be perfect and still treated worthless
Time to smell the coffee, pull back the curtains
They take you for granted when you grand
Granted you gone be they man
But understand I ain't here to bring extra sand to the beach
Your mind and soul is what I'm planing to reach
Look, I find it so cold I got a slow stroll
While bums getting title shots
I don't got no rivals, your idols be my comp
But I can be nice for days, write for days, it ain't gone get me paid
‘Cause the shit that's getting praise comes straight out the microwave
While I got that whole foods, soul food, so smooth
They can't help but hate it, shit that got your Nana's ankles amputated
I could be tossing hollows, but I'm tryna be a role model
How they gone treat the people's champ like he Hornswoggle? The fuck...
It's recording? It's recording? Alright. Uh, yo
Shortys used to say I was too nice, now I'm too mean
Went from no action to phone slapping like I soothe feinds
I play it so crazy. But I got a lady that I been feeling lately
And the feeling's mutual so she expecting shit that I refuse to do
I never been a lover boy, heartthrob
She say it's toxic when the feelings there, but she can't see it like oxygen
Damn. They hardened the kid, just pardon the kid
Done put my trust in pretty eyes and got disgusted many times
Done got older and smarter
Play the game a little harder, so it ain't a false alarm
When I'm digging somebody's daughter
In eachother, hope we both find a gold mine
Fill a void we ain't know we had, shit we was both missing the whole time
Can see us now in my Mongoli switching furs, matching rocks
Compact glocks, you know the his and hers
Never compare me to these other niggas
And before yo bald head ass try to judge a nigga just put yo all in tryna love a nigga
Uh, aye. Let me hear that shit paulay
Yo, uh, say
An all around team player
Got a Bill Russell hustle
Was seeking beside em when you was hiding from knuckle tussles
Switched from scrapping at the peach fair, to spinning blocks like D Ware
“Beware” I told the homie, “leave it in ya holster homie”
I know we soldiers homie, but the state can't wait to hold ya homie
Scold ya homie
You'd rather let him die then post ya homie
Or scream free him and won't think to go see him
You worst than Vermin, type that won't learn till you duct taped squirming
Before I leave my niggas out to dry I'll perish with them
Break bread till it's all crumbs
Hit the lotto, we all won
Facts! We come from the gravel, don't feel rattled when them boys plot
Leave a nigga back full of coin slots
Handle our business, close our mouth and carry on
Champions, our headquarters the old perry homes
Still Southside/Worldwide 285 til the death of me nigga
And when I die wont be an extra me nigga!

Written by:
Ja'Hauri Smith

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