Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Price of Love, artist - Sha Hef. Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Price of Love |
| Work gettin' brazy |
| 183rd Street |
| All I know, the price of money still up |
| The price of love is down |
| No love where we from |
| Ah, we still chasin' it |
| Still gettin' to that bag |
| It’s the only thing that matter on this side |
| Keep your head above the water |
| Really though |
| What’s the price of love? |
| Shit, I don’t know, I know the price of life |
| And I could show you how to lose yours if the price is right |
| I’m from a hood, you gotta pray you make it through the night |
| Cut on the sink and pray the water make it through the pipe |
| My lil' bro sold a brick today, I’m gon' sell two tonight |
| My pops told me to sell whatever if you move it right |
| So now I’m too precise, we countin' every unit twice |
| Watch how you move, the dice-shooters must’ve the mice |
| I sent the shots and they penetrated |
| I ain’t have to lift a finger, but they resonated |
| Every movie needs a villain, I was designated |
| I put a shooter on my shooter 'cause he hesitated |
| Shit, I started off a shooter, but I elevated |
| And I ain’t never dead no plug, shit, I was dedicated |
| Every night I made it home, a nigga celebrated |
| Now my trap phone got more numbers stored than the Yellow Pages |
| I prayed to God for so long, it felt like the devil saved us |
| You turned your back on the gang and it had me devastated |
| They gave my nigga an L, said it was premeditated |
| Ain’t sip a soda in years if it wasn’t medicated |
| They put all these drugs in the streets, now they try to regulate it |
| They put us in public housing, wanted us still segregated |
| I went and took opportunities, I ain’t never waited |
| I scarified everything until it regenerated, really |
| Lookin' for me, I’m on the block that the killers is at |
| Real dealers do business with no feelings attached |
| Keep a brick of fetti stashed where the cinnamon at |
| I been a driller, I put niggas on that Citizen app |
| Yeah, I’m like Kev Childs meets Kev Liles |
| Shit, I could coach you through the game, I’m like Les Miles |
| How you a boss, ain’t never give your mom ten thou'? |
| It ain’t a load if you ain’t shop at least ten pounds |
| If it’s smoke, I gotta drop at least ten rounds |
| No bodycount, but they say it’s at least ten found |
| We was boys back then, but we men now |
| They got me started, I could barely put the pen down |
| When I was packagin' white, I learned to sacrifice |
| I was always after money, was never after hype |
| Now I’ma eat until I’m full or lose my appetite |
| I pray that God can forgive us all in the afterlife |