Loved Ones - PRhyme, Rapsody

As time goes by, a eye for an eye

We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine

So long as the sunshine should light up the sky

We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine

Man, I just saw that nigga out the other day

That’s me talking to my loved ones

I wouldn’t have this shit no other way

That’s me sparking for my loved ones

As the plot thickens, either get rolled on or rock with it

Make a decision, nigga, the clock’s ticking

Feeling chauvinistic, rolling with the coldest bitches

And the whip’s equipped with gold ignitions

It has just been bought to my attention

That the mistress finally went and told the missus

Aw, shit, Vishis, hold this liquor

I got to take this phone call from my shawty tripping

Uh, I’m dipping out, keep the car and the house

I get my own shit, shit, I kept a separate account

I know the rules in the street or the house

And what I learnt, it ain’t an equal amount

I see them niggas you 'round

And the loyalty, you’d go to war to hold 'em all down

Tell 'em your word is your bond, but you lie to me, how?

You respect them niggas way more than me by a mile

I had your child, shit, babe, I can’t figure it out

You cheat on me, it’s respected, cheat on them, it’s foul

Somehow, the codes that you live by ain’t balancing out

Cross the line, motherfucker, I’ma line it with vowels

I owe you nothing, fuck your vows

I was your down-ass chick, you let me down

Said your word and your balls is alls you had

I learnt your your word and your balls wasn’t always 'round

Shit, I know niggas in the bin you still loyal to

Never snitch, you don’t sing, you a lawyer dude

But pillow talk and sing to bitches, is that loyal, too?

Tryna figure out when it becomes, «Aw, fuck the rules»

'Cause you a real nigga and that’s what real niggas do, love none

Money over bitches and hoes how this shit goes

Even though she giving a nigga head out of his globe

Keeping me fed was something more than just bottles of rose

But when you out in the cold, you gotta follow the code

I’m a rider fa sho, got my side chick in those

Apartments that’s downtown with the thousand-dollar deco'

I’m wilding out for the dough, though, make sure

That you never let me out, always keep me in

I get geeked when we be deep, I feel awkward when we be thin

Made of these ingredients, real nigga and loyalty

My three downfalls is get killed, snitching, and lawyer fees

Tripping over quarter-kis

Even if shit come up missing, I flip for my 40 thieves

Death before dishonor, just lock me in jail and throw the keys

'Fore I step to your baby momma, c’mon, bro, it’s me

We just rolling, clutching 9s

Even though it’s rumors you been fucking mines

I don’t believe 'em, no, I just be tuning 'em out

Out of my mind and out my vehicle

Just give me some drink and some weed to blow

No, I ain’t naive, though

We cold, uh, my nigga, we close

My wife’s friend got a big old ass

She come around me, I put her in the fish bowl fast

I be staring at her like she a science project

Thinking to myself like, «Goddam, why I ain’t got that?»

But I’m just busy

Getting money, running through these bitches with my loved ones

Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones

Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones

Hey, money over bitches, never switch and never love none

Getting money, running through these bitches with my loved ones

Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones

Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones

Fucking with these hoes even though we never love none