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- Wheres The Love
At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, its unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: shes classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
Cept we in the VIP area , thats ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments dont take away their dreams
You 16 , you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, youre done
What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old **** was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This aint the Truman Show; its the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Its U.S.A. against the gangsta, wheres the love?
Love, Ill trade you love
Ive traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? Its not love
Thats f*cked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up
Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there aint a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence Ido not proclaim
To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug n*gga was my rank
Cept I had a vision above n*ggas, what I think
Its crazy how many brothers come from where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
'Copsll look at you like they look at me? Thats preposterous'
Aint it gangsta how your man made it? Im humble
One gun, one crazy ass n*gga, thats Jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was f*cked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung aint show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dads swag, its George Jeffersons strut
Stay flyest, they gon want to know what in your diet
Dont be surprised if they want to check your **** and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
Im a street corner n*gga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It aint the Truman show; its the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got love
Love, Ill trade you love
Ive traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? Its not love
Thats f*cked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up
Roll that up
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