Hey what’s up bro
Where the love go?
5-4-3-2
I let some go
Cuz common sense ain’t obliged when you come close
I'm Aiming at the head like I’m 007
Heaven knows the world ain’t enough bro
They make you do the upmost to make rump roast
And tho you got enough dough to make ends meet
You still run from the bills like a buffalo
So what’s up bro?
We ain’t enough though?
You just sad cuz you had to let the funds go
So get mad, i ain’t the one to bring the Son low
Or turn to big green like you Ruffalo
I got the gusto and the guts bro
To get it popping like a zit and let the puss flow
And even mention all my sin to let the lust go
I got a pension up in him that’s where my trust go
So raise arms, but leave the muscle for the gun show
Or load the clip and watch it buffer when it runs low
I came clutch bro
The type of kid to show ropes in double Dutch mode
As far as bars go, I brought dove soap
Left the scrubs tho
It's Operation “Clear the Air”
I got enough smoke
But thank God I never steered away from love bro
The tough road was built for me to let my love grow