Would you be able to tell me what love is?
Everybody use that word, see homies cross homies I know that love could get you hurt, you believe in that fake shit that love gon' put you in the dirt, This the question I can't answer
Would you be able to tell me what love is?
Everybody I love gone, and everybody else who claim they love me did me wrong, for all on my down ones I wish they could see me on, this the question I can't answer
Would you bе able to tell me what lovе is?
Love can make a broken soul, a lot of the thugs they came up out of broken homes, they taught us a lot now we all movin on our own, this the question I can't answer
My momma mad I turned into a thug can tell it change the way she look at her son, she should've knew just what it was, my pops is gone nd tweakin of them drugs my older brother always bringin in them guns im 19 but gettin older, still be strugglin tryna make it out the slums im out on 3 bails think the police want me stuck yeah they see that im shining think they can't so they gon go nd fuck it up I'm tryna get out but I love the place I'm from, know the truth I hate to say it but it's only jail or death, it's been leading to the cell cuz the suckas never step, I'm outside wit this .9 we tryna rip open they necks, they be letting off pop shots or not at all they ain't no threats tryna talk on the phone but we ain't beefin over text, like a dirty ass kid yea we gon go nd leave a mess, My Momma ain't raise me like this she always told me be the best, aye, but I'm the best at what I do momma feel like I'm on spikes it's hard to walk up in my shoes momma, dissin all these problems jus to end up in sum new drama, walk up in the bank I'm tryna see my bag wit 2 commas fuck all the beef if it ain't pain ion care who shot em, tryna see a different life nd make it out the hood, I'm smart not a bitch don't get me misunderstood
Tryna see a different life nd make it out the hood I'm smart not a bitch don't get me misunderstood, it's just the question I can't answer
Would you be able to tell me what love is?
Everybody use that word, see homies cross homies I know that love could get you hurt, you believe in that fake shit that love gon' put you in the dirt, This the question I can't answer
Would you be able to tell me what love is?
Everybody I love gone, and everybody else who claim they love me did me wrong, for all on my down ones I wish they could see me on, this the question I can't answer
Would you be able to tell me what love is?
Love can make a broken soul, a lot of the thugs they came up out of broken homes, they taught us a lot now we all movin on our own, this the question I can't answer