(Chorus x4)
I got so much love to give
I got so much love

(Verse)
All I do is rock exclusives
Wardrobe, all my plex n blues tip
Everytime I put up my two cents
I end up coppin' brand new shit
Every day picture the school list
Well, well, it's the same thang
Makin' bottles broken lamp shades
Spills, okay, Phil ask J where the J plays
To the crib I bring lots of whores
I gotta sneak in, gotta lock my doors
So no peaking, what are the cops for?
And they're screaming, and we're shaking floors
And you seein' what I'm reaching for?!
Lost in my thoughts, full master plan
At my age I'm more like half a man
But I gotta do sum', just like Azkaban
Got dreams and goals, behind weed, rum and coke
This green opened up and no I won't
Cuz I'm tryna live my life on my own
Last night really hit me hard
Think I blacked out and I swear to God
If I catch that muthafucka I eat off his job
Then I'll go to a safe and take off that napkin

(Pre-Chorus)
You know what this is
Only liquor in the fridge
And the credit isn't callin'
And these lights are on the fritz 
And our neighbors don't say shit
They just look the other way
Yeah, this place a fuckin' mess
But you can see it in my face that I got

(Chorus x2)
I got so much love to give
(Yeah, that I got)
I got so much love
(I got so much)

(Verse 2)
Now I'm filled with cash
In the livin' room, waving hands
So dreamin', screamin', sittin' on couches
Under cushions, patterns and patches
All-nighters, I've had countless
Matter of fact, still in yesterdays outfit
Instead of helping us find an outlet
Teach us every sections, bitch I'm all about it
It's apparent, mo' drugs and liquor
Meet the parents, more drunker than Ben Stiller
Fuck it, turn up another level
When she go down, she duck the devils
Every time I walk through the front door
Always get two tickets to the gun show
Said they menthols, wish they give me pencils
Cuz I thought by now I'mma been so
Wear a mask to school, hide my face like I'm mf Doom! Lie to my friends, can't face the truth
Give me any drug I'm a dang vacuum
There's a flag on the moon
I can make the burner go click click boom
Finnesse a muthafucka straight to his tomb
That be the last time that he bust in my room

(Pre-Chorus)
You know what this is
Only liquor in the fridge
And the credit isn't callin'
And these lights are on the fritz 
And our neighbors don't say shit
They just look the other way
Yeah, this place a fuckin' mess
But you can see it in my face that I got

(Chorus x4)
I got so much love to give
(Yeah, that I got)
I got so much love
(I got so much)