[Hook]
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know
[x4]

[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
Picture if you will, that the throne was burning
Rome was burning, and I’m sitting in the corner all alone burning
Why does it always end up like this?
Something that we don’t determine
Same people that I fought for
That I fight for, that I ride for
That I live for, that I die for
Be the reason that these n***as is alive for
And they want me dead
But I’m so sorry but I just can’t die for you
But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you
We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th
Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?
When the grief is over, beef is over, I’ll be fly when Easter’s over
I tried to teach n***as how to be kings
And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers
So the love is gone, til blood is drawn
So we no longer wear the same uniform
Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller
The castle got bigger, the walls got taller
And truth be told after all that said
N***as still got love for you
[Hook]

[Nalyd Ecitsuj (Primetime)]
Showed love to you n***as
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it
God damn this shit leaves a mess don’t it
Shit feelin’ like it was death don’t it
Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Uh, Wasn’t I a good king?
(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)
Didn’t I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)
Made you royalty and royalties
(Took care of these n***as lawyer fees)
And this is how n***as rewardin’ me
(Damn)

[Hook]

[Nalyd Ecitsuj (Primetime)]
Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me
But I’m bullet proof, bitch you can’t get nothin’ past me
Got body armor (A n***a gotta watch the throne)
And I’m bussin’ back, so n***as in a glass house should not throw stones
What do you do when the love turns to hate?
(Gotta separate from these fuckin’ fakes)
Caesar didn’t see it so he ceased to exist So the n***a that killed him had keys to his shit
Am I my brother’s keeper?
(Only if that n***a don’t gotta kik)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(I’ve never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
(Cause the n***a that said he’ll…)
Blast for ya (Is now…)
Blastin’ for ya, that’s an assassin for ya
(These n***as got a shot they’ll shoot)
Please Lord (Forgive him)
For these n***as (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)