Diluted Love Lyrics

I'm the holiest on the block,

You can never tell me who I am or what I'm not

If I die you'll be comparing me to pac

Watch me reincarnate into a number 1 album spot

That's how many hits that I got

Never heard a nigga tell me my shi wasn't hot

Never heard a nigga tell me my shi had done flopped

Have you ever seen a nigga from the bottom at the top

It's not the same when you ran the game

Seem like everything done changed but you stayed the same

Old niggas out here hating playing blame game

Constant fear is running all thru these niggas veins

I been knew i had flame

I knew i couldn't be tamed

Been knew i was the one and that was never gonna change

I went and upped my change and now they giving out free brain

I went and copped some chains but that ain't take away the pain

Still staying sane, still running round w the same ole gang

Still rocking polo t's, slim fit, i be plain

But you can never tell a Niggas bitch that i be playing

If I write this letter to you, will it get back to you

If you make it will you alley oop

Feel like the world losing all they troops, niggas turning into bitches, doing what hoes do

All these drugs dilute love

Real ones turning into dust

How much does it cost to love, losing lives inside the hood

I just made a way for us to get out

Keep your eyes peeled for if you find a new route

Ain't get to tell my mom she was the reason I sprout

If it wasn't for her death I would've never put out

I was just up north but i couldn't wait to go south, shit seem a lil better when your feet on the ground

Grounded by my ego not grounded by clout

So check me if you see me doing some lame shit out loud

Tell me it now, if you f with me tell me it now

Don't wait until I'm 6 feet in the dirt of the ground

And don't wait until my name is the talk of the town

All these drugs dilute love

Well I'm here to tell you that i really love who you was

Before the drugs you was once a beautiful thug

Before the drugs you was the one who got me my first gun

All these drugs dilute love

Real ones turning into dust

How much does it cost to love, losing lives inside the hood