Gotta Luv It

You say-, can't hear you, speak the fuck up
(It's what they want) what (it's what they want)

Nostradamus, scam alert, know when I rap
Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a lotus my whip
Goal on my neck was once a code of respect
For high rollers and vets
Now it's loads of baguettes, prefer a MAC-10 over a TEC
No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets
Trees that might eject my hype back
Famous phrase, nigga light that

Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, done
It's all about playboys, when we was young
Can only get tongue, then finally we could come
Busting in hoes, guzzling foes
Crack blitz, 86, you turn hustling pro
For bottles, to seven in your hand
To fake Pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can
Gleam blunted, seeing hundred, stacks of boy with a lean on it

We got it if the fans want it
The whole block singing the same theme, done it
Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket
If it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it
You got to love it

Fuck it (it's what they want, huh?) You got to love it (it's what they want?)
Fuck it (it's what they want) you got to love it
Fuck it (it's what they want, huh?) You got to love it

Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Get compulsive with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches
Hung up my riches, her childish wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip in new foe
So when your click roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole

Inhuman, living hostile opposed
To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, burning niggas in suburban's with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas
See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13-year-old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target

We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, it's street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonies
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay migrating, marinating

While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me
You got to love it

Fuck it, you got to love it (it's what they want, huh?)
Fuck it, you got to love it (it's what they want)
Fuck it, you got to love it (it's what they want, huh?)
(It's what they want, it's what they want)