Only For You

Only For You HOOK: I can't buy your love, but even if I try Sometimes the truths won't make you happy So I'm not gonna lie, but don't ever question If my heart beats only for you, it beats only for you VERSE 01: Never was a thug, but told I'd be one Never was a gangsta, til I knew I wasn't meant to be one And got the rep of a cheatin, for heart breakin Took the image of a drug, kept people bitchin Willin to stick out my neck, for respect if it meant life or death Never lived to regret what happened to him When you're me, people just want to see If your true, is it you, what you say, what the deal So they feel, as part of there obligation to test my will When they see me in the streets, face to face, am I for real No confrontations, no conversations, do you feel you're in violation Any hesitation will get you killed, can you feel it, will it If you heal it, reveal it, being gentle will get you killed Pull it, squeeze it, till it's empty, tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze HOOK: VERSE 02: Raised as a youth I spit a couple truths, show you a little influence On how to have a mind of bulletproof Cause I jumped roof from roof I'm a teenager, cell phone, smokin paper Game rules, I'm breakin major – my adversaries Is lookin worried, they paranoid to get buried One of us gonna see the cemetery (one day) My only hope to survive is my wish to stay alive Gettin high, demons comes from inside, and kills you before your eyes I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple billion And then I'm chillin fade em all These problems are fucked up and people tryin to do me Society tryin to shoot me and they actin like they knew me But I'mma cash out and reveal it I'm with the group that quick trip and fuckin steel out Yeah bitches, it's some new shit so you better run away from it When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it How do you want it? HOOK: VERSE 03: I write this shit so these people know about my life influences Tell it back to the people who don't give a fuck about him I'm like a thug, wit a little bit of Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin to it You mothafuckas don't know a fuckin bit about what my life is about Don't even try me, you'll look stupid, do not figure it out Don't ever in your life, try to knock the realist "I spit the illest shit you've heard", heard that all before So ticky-tock listen as the mice runs up the clock Listen to the sound of she as she licks on my cock Listen to the sound of me spillin my heart in this song Mothafuckas know that I'll never be Breon again Full of funny stories until, he retires his name Till the fire inside dies and expires in a hurry And lord have mercy on any more of these fuckers that test me And put a curse on authorities in the face of my journey HOOK: