Rahmeak Taylor - Wanna Be Loved Lyrics

Hitting licks round the city
I'm from jersey where we
Keep a Uzi like we come from
Philly pistol popping, like a wheelie
Don't get shot for talking silly people
Hating that I'm lit grimy and, I'm gritty
I'm just trying to make a mill out the
Motherf*cking bank hoe, dope dealer yeah
You know how that motherf*cking bank roll
Bank Roll after bank roll making Bank hoe
Gang shit make me, spend your block in a Durango
Man at least got the pump man I'm really in the trenches
Niggas hate me like I'm Trump got a cup full of henny
Liquor lighting up blunts, when I'm sober I don't give
A f*ck nigga what you want get the strap got that 50
On Make me pop the trunk get em wack with the 50
On me that came from the trunk, nigga blat keep it
6040 I ain't never front this is facts bitches dippy homie
And they like to stunt I gotta give them what they want
Whether they like it or not f*ck love I heard love get you
Shot word to cupid flow harder than a Rubik's to many
Swiper the Fox studied the greats Pac Nas, and the Lox
F*ck the crib late nights on the block walk to another
Hood hoping that the cars was unlock remember the
Glock couldn't hold shells so we wrapped it with socks
Cold nights in cell got you praying Salat, mice in
The commissary box
Cant judge by them there heart
I judge who they are so many so called criminals
Get R.O.R ain't see a cell in Life dropping science
Marley Marl money on calling card, writing mail
And going hard cause I stay Dolo like my nigga ice
In the streets we rolling dice bro locked ain't been
A month and now he facing life tell me what
You living Like that nigga was my right weather
He was wrong he was right until we got it right
Gladiator nigga I end the pain met some real niggas
Before the gang in my gang I know its many ways to
Die but death coming all the same a lot of niggas in
It for the next nigga pulling strings puppet pals fake
Wilding niggas you ain't really wild real been a style
Gotta give it to em now I put it down hoodie up
Brim low running through the town keep a good dutch
Good veins running through a pound everything sound so
We solid I spend it cause I got it trust me if u my nigga we
Gone chop it make a little profit out of everything nigga if
It ain't about everything nigga