Love 4 Me Lyrics by Babyface Ray & Babyface
Yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
I got love for the streets, the streets got love for me, yeah
U-uh, ooh, ye-eah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
I got love for the streets, the streets got love for me, yeah
Uh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, uh
Huh, oh yeah
Huh, o-oh yeah
Huh, love, yeah
I wear my heart on my sleeve, Chrome Hearts tees
From the belly at beast
So the darkest keys, should learn my lesson from the streets
Daddy was a preacher
How you know it’s real love? It’s right there when you need it
Six hundred pills in it, the main back there—
Beauty bitches waitin’ around fumblin’, this motion come with groupies
Gotta keep my eyes on it, these niggas fake too
Yellin’, “Free my nigga, Durk”, I’m watchin’ out for Judas
This bitch forty but she nice, I wanna call her cool
Scooped her in the black truck, and sent her in the Uber
Carry out roof crisps, I come from eatin’ noodles
Came from East [?], just for school, I had to walk a mile
Call the car from Valley from the penthouse when I’m talkin’ down
She came from the trenches, lose her mind when all them bosses ’round
Money on this tight like fuck a drive, I didn’t gon’ walk it down
Fuck an entourage, I took my boys to Rolling Loud
Don’t you pat me down, I’m tryna get my [?] inside
Theater in the crib, the popcorn will come from Ocean Prime
Glock 23, came back with a .45
This ho will swallow me, the shit I did impossible
Them people watchin’, who am I to say what not to do?
Man, fuck a lawyer, interrogation tell them not the truth
These niggas snakes, I learned that shit when I was watchin’ Juice
Uh, yeah
I got love for the streets, the streets got love for me
That’s how I go
Buy a load and sell it for high, that’s all I know
Put these rappers all in the check, who got the most?
Try to chain my niggas to corporate, he sellin’ dope
Solo but the Draco beside me, R.I.P. Cho
Rappin’ 16s on my Porsche, R.I.P. Doe
Broad day walkin’ for practice, they kill a PJ
Our class bein’ back then, me bein’ DJ
OC 80s was golden, get on the freeway, nigga
Get on your hustle, niggas gettin’ CPLs actin’ like muscle
Fuck what I spent on my kids, they know I love ’em
Custom mean vest with the hood, I’m from the jungle, nigga
Yeah
Uh
U-uh, uh, oh
