Price of Love

Lyrics

[Intro] Work gettin' brazy 183rd Street All I know, the price of money still up The price of love is down No love where we from Ah, we still chasin' it Still gettin' to that bag It's the only thing that matter on this side Keep your head above the water Really though [Verse] What's the price of love? Shit, I don't know, I know the price of life And I could show you how to lose yours if the price is right I'm from a hood, you gotta pray you make it through the night Cut on the sink and pray the water make it through the pipe My lil' bro sold a brick today, I'm gon' sell two tonight My pops told me to sell whatever if you move it right So now I'm too precise, we countin' every unit twice Watch how you move, the dice-shooters must've [?] the mice I sent the shots and they penetrated I ain't have to lift a finger, but they resonated Every movie needs a villain, I was designated I put a shooter on my shooter 'cause he hesitated Shit, I started off a shooter, but I elevated And I ain't never dead no plug, shit, I was dedicated Every night I made it home, a nigga celebrated Now my trap phone got more numbers stored than the Yellow Pages I prayed to God for so long, it felt like the devil saved us You turned your back on the gang and it had me devastated They gave my nigga an L, said it was premeditated Ain't sip a soda in years if it wasn't medicated They put all these drugs in the streets, now they try to regulate it They put us in public housing, wanted us still segregated I went and took opportunities, I ain't never waited I scarified everything until it regenerated, really Lookin' for me, I'm on the block that the killers is at Real dealers do business with no feelings attached Keep a brick of fetti stashed where the cinnamon at I been a driller, I put niggas on that Citizen app Yeah, I'm like Kev Childs meets Kev Liles Shit, I could coach you through the game, I'm like Les Miles How you a boss, ain't never give your mom ten thou'? It ain't a load if you ain't shop at least ten pounds If it's smoke, I gotta drop at least ten rounds No bodycount, but they say it's at least ten found We was boys back then, but we men now They got me started, I could barely put the pen down When I was packagin' white, I learned to sacrifice I was always after money, was never after hype Now I'ma eat until I'm full or lose my appetite I pray that God can forgive us all in the afterlife