Yea, Awe'yea
Awe'yea, Awe'yea
What I gotta do
What I gotta do
Yea
[Hook]
What I gotta do
For some love
What I gotta do
For some love
I done made a name for myself ho
And these n***as hitting my cellphone
Put my city up on that pedestal
Yet the industry ain't hear'in me though
What I gotta do
For some love
What I gotta do
For some love
Spit that sh** that they feeling now
Got different fans from different towns
Got a bad b**h whose always down
But sh** ain't change I'm still that underdog
[Verse 1]
Yea
Reppin my city though hardly be in it
Stuffing a stogie you know I stay lifted
Set blaze to the booth every one of my sessions
n***a I'm eating and y'all n***as struggling to get a mention
Pockets on full and your sh** anorexic
Hop on these tracks man I'm try'na make records
Running these circles, man I deserve medals
Got Gold on my neck, an my wrist check the bezel
Up in my lab dog with test tubes an beakers
Try'na make ether for all of these speakers
Ain't with that bullsh** like Mikey or Pippen
I Kept it straight forward like my name B. Griffin
I do it
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Awe'yeah
Hoes on my phone I'm the one they be sweating
Drink in my cup know that lean my prescription
Words be backed up by the proof of my actions
Couldn't stop me from coming like you was a f**ed up prophylactic
Ride through my city these bans they be tinted
Local rappers in my phone try'na do business
I hear all they spit and I'm not yet impressed kid
All over Google man screw a new press kit
Brim Bent down
Like a B-dog
Never C
These haters
These n***as all stand in's
They want my position
But I ain't gon quit till the day I'm done living
So what I gotta do
[Hook]
They keeping my name in they conversations
All in they mouth guess they love to fel**te me
Don't wanna k** em. but dammit they made me
Mob with my clique like we Corleone's
Boy we on
So what I gotta do to get some love
Get some love (x2)
I said
[Hook]