"Love Me Now" lyrics
Where we at?
ChChing
Yeah
Unhunh
Aye
What else
It's a harsh reality when you gotta part with the family
Missing the moments you thought'll never haunt all your fantasies
Thoughts of me vanishing feel like I'm lost
Bet it all while I'm gambling, reason granny keep calling me panicking
Worried to death but must don't know I never was worried
They go against this Creature shit, they'll be dead in a hurry
Pop his cap, pill his lid, fill his hat up wit this strig
In the Feds they say it ain't 'bout what you had but what you hid
Thought shit was smooth when dog wit his move to the Chi
Streets to the clink, all prison rules still apply
Call me Bo, don't know Jack, don't know who'll testify
And get to singing, now they screaming, "Don't move, FBI!"
Cous 40 caught a 10 on the food wit a buy
But before he take the stand, old school rather die
Say you love me, don't just tell me, gotta show me if you mean it
ConCreatures 5z, these niggas know we bleed the cement
Kick pushing like I'm Lupe'
Two way
D'Usse' Siete
All of this white Labor Day should've been my due date
Try not to wait until it's too late
Touché
But it go 2 ways
All in my mix, don't know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
All of these grits, I broke the razor, need a new blade
Parking the Caddy V, seen two unmarks off of Abington
In my city Drug Zone like the heart of the Vatican
Ain't familiar if these niggas didn't play at St. Cecilia
I been balling for so long, got highlight tapes and memorabilia
Still the nigga that I was before them millions
I built an empire off of drugs and prescriptions
Mud and elixir, thumbs full of blisters
We ain't the ones holding up them guns in the pictures
They caught him in the alley with them drums, did the twister
I was raised to be a gangster, now my son Baby Finster
Same tappers gon' crash out and burn it down for Baby Smakker
Play wit Gang and Nem, be first to find out that I ain't a rapper
One single tap'll get you blew down with this hang-ladder
Know we set the play, I really wished I could've stayed after
Kick pushing like I'm Lupe'
Two way
D'Usse' Siete
All of this white Labor Day should've been my due date
Try not to wait until it's too late
Touché
But it go 2 ways
All in my mix, don't know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
ChChing
Yeah
Unhunh
Aye
What else
It's a harsh reality when you gotta part with the family
Missing the moments you thought'll never haunt all your fantasies
Thoughts of me vanishing feel like I'm lost
Bet it all while I'm gambling, reason granny keep calling me panicking
Worried to death but must don't know I never was worried
They go against this Creature shit, they'll be dead in a hurry
Pop his cap, pill his lid, fill his hat up wit this strig
In the Feds they say it ain't 'bout what you had but what you hid
Thought shit was smooth when dog wit his move to the Chi
Streets to the clink, all prison rules still apply
Call me Bo, don't know Jack, don't know who'll testify
And get to singing, now they screaming, "Don't move, FBI!"
Cous 40 caught a 10 on the food wit a buy
But before he take the stand, old school rather die
Say you love me, don't just tell me, gotta show me if you mean it
ConCreatures 5z, these niggas know we bleed the cement
Kick pushing like I'm Lupe'
Two way
D'Usse' Siete
All of this white Labor Day should've been my due date
Try not to wait until it's too late
Touché
But it go 2 ways
All in my mix, don't know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
All of these grits, I broke the razor, need a new blade
Parking the Caddy V, seen two unmarks off of Abington
In my city Drug Zone like the heart of the Vatican
Ain't familiar if these niggas didn't play at St. Cecilia
I been balling for so long, got highlight tapes and memorabilia
Still the nigga that I was before them millions
I built an empire off of drugs and prescriptions
Mud and elixir, thumbs full of blisters
We ain't the ones holding up them guns in the pictures
They caught him in the alley with them drums, did the twister
I was raised to be a gangster, now my son Baby Finster
Same tappers gon' crash out and burn it down for Baby Smakker
Play wit Gang and Nem, be first to find out that I ain't a rapper
One single tap'll get you blew down with this hang-ladder
Know we set the play, I really wished I could've stayed after
Kick pushing like I'm Lupe'
Two way
D'Usse' Siete
All of this white Labor Day should've been my due date
Try not to wait until it's too late
Touché
But it go 2 ways
All in my mix, don't know the flavor of the Kool-Aid
