Apollo Brown - Sweet Love lyrics

[Sample] "Don't make me suffer guide me Guide me baby to my friends and oooh" [Verse 1: Verbal Kent] I bet a rapper say "uncle" Cousin and twisting his arm, wasn't a struggle A hater make my day like Eastwood But we good cause I'm busy frying Moby Dick No sense crying over milk spilt Yeah, a 16 a**a**in Oswald on the pad with the pen doing it rapping If we happen to cross paths You better hope a fork leads the other way away from me Cause I brought forks I'm on the porch celebrating Getting elevated That ain't lemonade Something heavyweight and medicated Each verse dedicated to a hater thought I'd never make it Make him take it back Eat words, alphabet soup Used to press my own discs up, tried to recoup Slang 'em two for one outside of my stoup As soon as ten moved, I headed to the top of the flat On the roof I'm blowing smoke rings from skunk weed outside of a loop [Hook: Verbal Kent] You better give me "Sweet love" Yeah, that's what you better give me Hate on me and your homie start pouring out the Henny Better show me "Sweet love" Or I'ma show you what I've been through All my pain and suffering, something we could get into Give me "Sweet love" Or I'ma give you hate right back Bottle to the face, have a night cap You know what I need "Sweet love" Yeah, blow a rapper kisses Handshakes and pounds, not disses [Verse 2: Red Pill] Now tell me why the bartender's giving me free drinks And yet he's taxing you a dollar for that water out that sink Cause we got that sh** locked and we got that hip hop That gets props Doing everything your sh**'s not That dude that talks the most ain't really doing sh** That's why I'm sitting at a show alone instead of moving lips You rappers s**ing blogger dicks I'm chilling with some journalists watching you perform and talking sh** So let me give you a bit of critical an*lysis That way you hold that microphone is on some phallic sh** That malice grip you got is known for causing calluses That way you clutching on that tip is looking hazardous And you're not packing sh**, the club or a gun Don't give a f** about your crew a f** where you're from Sit your angry a** down and let me show you Uh, how to make the crowd get to know you Motherf**er what's up?