Song Lyrics
Droppin college collect like an audit, cause i m on it
on my mama saba when he got the og on me homie no wait we don t want nothin
Man still ll want more, where s your love
Now pass the torch like hot potato, where you think that i speak from its blood on my teeth Twista, where s your love
do ya thang and make ya money stack ya paper
Man still ll want more, where s your head
Second thoughts if you see us in the functions, do ya thang and make ya money stack ya paper
Hangin with the gang or with the crew, i don t even take em y all can all still have em
Second thoughts if you see us in the functions, ain t nobody fuckin with us
Greed kill man, where s your life GPS, where s your head
On my mama saba when he got the og on me homie no wait we don t want nothin, where s your head Twista, where s your head
At least somewhere, where s your love, smokin weed if you see us into somethin
where s your head
Circumstances hurt your chances when you see how we comin, where s your love
I was raised around thugs and ballers, wear my heart on my tongue
They change they self for, ha ha ha ha ha
And i m from the same place the solids come from and i run shit like sonic, as long as you respect the west side of chi do what the fuck you wanna do
This my college campus, compensation, i don t really care what oppers say though
Where s your love, talkin bout they poor
Wear my rap on my sleeve, i tell em pop that trunk cause sound deaf, grind mode nigga i don t relax
i m at the crib playing neo-soul
put that shit on record bet they get the message