Where's The Love (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Cocaine 80s)

At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel Lots of thinking happens in life will I win or fail Mind of a shooter CFO also Ethiopian food flown in it’s unlawful Money is attractive honey dress strapless Agent Provocateur underwear she’s classic Stroll up in the party titanium black car Romanian ladies like Casablanca Casbah Cept we in the VIP area that’s ours You know the real rap gods typical trap star turned rap star These old heads got stories the days they was kings I pray secret indictments don’t take away their dreams You 16 you could do 20 come home young Catch 20 years when you 40 Holmes you’re done What have we become Rap stars from trap stars Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies A 360 in the streets real grizzly Shooters is cold kid the old shit was learning Student enrollment to focus yet hooligans roll with Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders This ain’t the Truman Show it’s the human show Ask the F B I agent at his cubicle Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you It’s U S A against the gangsta where’s the love Love I’ll trade you love I’ve traded fire with you long enough Is that all you brung It’s not love That’s fucked up but I saved your soul Roll that up Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game Feet on cement there ain’t a mobster living I could name Who made it out rich in his absence I do not proclaim To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank Cept I had a vision above niggas what I think It’s crazy how many brothers come where I come from Some made it out big some dead some unsung Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock up Younger generation they want to mimic and mock us Laughing separating themselves like they not us like Cops’ll look at you like they look at me That’s preposterous Ain’t it gangsta how your man made it I’m humble One gun one crazy ass nigga that’s Jungle Now we having babies cause growing up it was just us No uncles or cousins to fight with us we was fucked up But still it was beautiful the love is mutual Even though me and Jung ain’t show up to your funeral I hold your son hand tell him he the man we love you Your pops was king you have a whole lot to live up to The G is in your genes already you tuck Inherit your dad’s swag it’s George Jefferson’s strut Stay flyest they gon’ want to know what in your diet Don’t be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit Tell them you let it marinate they swear you made them a promise No matter what they do you just stay a man of honor I’m a street corner nigga New York Knicks loyalist Corona sipper pass it out might blow it with you It ain’t the Truman show it’s the human show Ask the F B I agent at his cubicle Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you Young brother go and get your paper I got love Love I’ll trade you love I’ve traded fire with you long enough Is that all you brung It’s not love That’s fucked up but I saved your soul Roll that up