Always Be Here Lyrics

This good weed gon' have my lungs fucked up

Before my first child graduation but the sums lumped up

I been pennin' crazy verses since 'bout Joe's "Pump Up", these niggas wanna kill me

But I got the nine tucked up

Up under the shirt

Clinched between my belt and my dick

Fully loaded, two sticks, one for you, and your bitch

Steppers been get back gang, they walk you down in they Ricks

They postin' clips and mags, nigga who you tryna convince?

Y'all too worried 'bout bitches and fashion, forget the rappin

Y'all tuckin' blicks, we tuckin' ARs, we bootstrappin

They hear Luv comin', and it gets nerve-rackin'

These niggas sing and do you real Cole, like they Nat King

I ain't comin' off shit, it's OneLuv 'til I die

All my niggas eatin' off me, givin' slices of pie

Y'all not mockin' the sound, 'cause damn your sinuses lie

Apple and Peach, Atlanta raised, Bedford-Stuyvesant high, Luv

They tried to make a mockery, it's us vs us

One plus Luv, Kt, 45 in the gut

I blast pussies, you niggas ass, I'm back in that bag

He tried to step to me, sucker boy got sat on his ass

Who you think really fuckin' with One? This pen a gun

Step back, new jack, observe the paragon

The F L Y guy, I'm fly like peregrine, and my sisters'll do you bad like Sarah Greene

This game so Will and Jada, you bitches petty to the Fresh Prince

They say the way the kid flows, I must've studied pyrotechnics

Probably technically, I cooked so masterfully

Compliments to the chef

And dawg I'm out the 'Ville, so I probably been the greatest yet

Ain't no probably, ain't no one man to stop me

Nigga this is just the confidence, I wouldn't call it cocky

The mag dumper, Luv the Croc papi

Step in front of me, toe tag, your body necropsy, Luv