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[INTRO]

Yo man what's up with this word "love"?

I-I don't get it, I mean..

Okay, a brother could say he love his car, ya know?

He say he love hitting the pussy

He could also say he love earning cash flow.. you know what I'm saying?

What's wrong about that.. ya know?

It's a comparison of saying you love your fam.. you know.. you...you love your girl... you love life

I don't know.. lemme know, man... cause shit is like.. a puzzle but ah.. word up

[Verse 1: Elzhi]

So tell what me what is pure love

Me and poetry, got something going on

My woman wonders why she don't see me

Am I cheating because I love critiquing this art form?

Me caressing the pen within makes my heart warm

Speaking of heart

Cash's raft in her heart

And is it love?

Must be for me, man, cause my girl strays further apart

It's breaking her heart

My heart's broken, too

But I'll be more hurt if you called me wack

I would take it to heart

My relationship with my penmanship has grown thicker

It's been with me since I was young, now I'm a grown nigga

So tell what is really love?

My woman gives me love, I love to hit the booty

And she love to give it to me

Plus she love dick, and she love kicks in the size six

I love the way she look, pretty eyes, thick, arousing my private-

Parts, licking my parts in private

I love to hear her moan, a sweet tone with froze eyelids

Of course I love sex, do I think she my soul mate?

I don't know, cause I put my heart and soul within this whole tape

I present it, somebody told me love is not a limit

I guess it's true to say you love me and the freshest shoe in the same sentence

Bothers me, cause one probably weighs out the other

And if I'm equal to a gym shoe, she stepping on my soul

Cause through my 20 years of living

I done been through many notebooks and though many women

But it's only one I can open to see the truth that lies within 'em

Or whatever lies within 'em, I can honestly say I feel 'em

[Hook]

So, if I had to choose between her and it

I'd have to choose

My woman wants me to choose between her and rapping

But I think about it just as much as the words are rapping

See how they rhyme!

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

Besides my woman bugging and me wishing I had lots of loving

Keep the mic hot like pasta oven

She got assumptions that I'm cheating

And claim I don't spend time with her

She says I'd rather bust a rhyme in her

Crown of a mic, my ex babes are like wack rappers

Sounding alike, both hate the fact that I'm emceeing

The studio I be in

While I'm trapped between the lines like riding with Drivers Ed teaching

She tryna throw me out them same lines like I'm a drunk Speed Demon

These evenings, I come home late

I'll be thinking about calling her but I hate thinking her phone late

Next day she illing, like "was your thinking cap on straight!?!"

I can't take this, but I'mma take this gift and make this my career

Where my support at?

I threw my heart into rapping, she tore that

Baby, what happened to trusting her?

Things you said before that?

Thinking my lyrics are lady, and poetry means pussy

And when I say "hit the tracks,"

She think it's some broad with tracks, shocked and appalled by that

[Hook]

C'mon !