Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loved Ones, artist - PRhyme.
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Loved Ones |
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 |