[Intro] You see lil' homie I come from an era right Where if you was doing this you had to be the best at it man That's why we did this to be great When I was coming up, the era I come from The era of Rakim, Nas, 2Pac, Biggie the list goes on It was about being great you understand That's what this here is about It was about the love That jiggy sh** is over man [Verse 1] I started off in the cypher On point like a sniper While ya'll was rambling Bout your glam and glitz The hundred grand you spend I used to scribble to the sound on an ambulance Picked up a pad and pen Momma couldn't afford a mandolin or a saxophone I made a song out a stack of poems As I would blast Capone Noreaga trying to rap along or at least match the tone It ain't all for the celery Found myself getting lost in the melody Somewhere between art and celebrity Please do get me wrong I would never leave you, nah Long as I got your hearts it don't matter if I top the charts But never mind taking L's when you raised in hell Still humble and can't ya tell [Chorus] Fashawn (Sam Smith) I don't have (Money on my mind) Na don't have (Money on my mind) I do I do (it for the love) (I don't have money on my mind) Na (Money on my mind) I do it for I do (for the love) Hey hey hey hey hey (I do it for the love) Hey hey hey [Verse 2] I mean a platinum plaque would be nice For everything I had to sacrifice Remember I sat up nights debating Should I bag the white or grab the mic I'm good at taking bad advice I mean, even from myself Somewhere between rich and wealth Since my first LP hit the shelf I've been mentally living in a distant realm, different Got an accountant and an a**istant A pound just for twisting Guess that's what you get for being persistent And success is what you make it Opportunity's for the taken The paper was strict and naked So history is what I'm chasing [Chorus] [Outro] For the L-O V-E (x8) Young F Man Its Fash-Shawn Uh, 2-0 1-4 Let's go It's from the heart man From me to you I do it for the L-O V-E (x6)