Love It Here

Lyrics

[Chorus] But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share [Verse 1] Feel my pain like it was yours Crack addicts busting right through my doors Bleeding on my lawn, I'm destined to be great I swear gypsy could read it on my palm tipsy I'm calm, then I blow up like Vietnam bomb history I lost my moms but know drug abuses beyond 50 Sign of the times twist me til I'm found dizzy My punished and my blood from all the pimps that birth me Even when I was broke, I was wearing new kicks and jerseys I live among the sick and scurvy 'Til this day they can suck a dick that's dirty With symptoms of burning piss with pearly pus My words are just emotional Spoken from the bottom of the totem pole I gotta get a grip, like a rope with an open hole that's chokeable On a throat that hold a vocal tone My niggas push coke but don't discuss it on the mobile phones Just hold the chrome, they know it's on Yeah [Chorus] But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share But I love it here Just think if I wasn't here My uncles and cousins here My struggles and come-ups here We sense the trouble near You bubble, we double dare The block is ours and we don't wanna share [Interlude] Yeah. For real. Real talk right there [Verse 2] Drive-bys, windows bust out, bullets put in the lawn chairs From a block over, soundin' like Lil' Jon snares Life's gotten colder I'm revealing the smurf How's hustlin' not a job when you feel you at work? Momma told me keep my brain in them books I grew up learnin' only way you earnin' is becoming famous or crooks And since schools never taught us to be entrepreneurs And we don't have patience to make money off of computers We live a fast life with officers and shooters Get scars, strip bars with broads taped bras off of their hooters Such an ugly game, why it look beautiful from afar You in prison wishin' they was removing you from the bars