Lil Keke - My Love Ones lyrics

For my loved ones... [H.A.W.K.] Nine AM in the morning, everyday I wake On the next pillow case, by my son's face Gotta make some'ing shake, I kneel down and say my grace I'ma hustle, till my motherf**ing cash in place Wake my boy up at eight, and then I proceed To clothe and feed, and give him the knowledge he need To spell write and read, And to take the lead So he'll succeed, and he'll grow my younger seed Then there's Pat, he knows where my heart is at We play and chat, at times I think I'm playing with Pat I know he's gone, sometimes he stays up in my hat And I would give my last breath, if I could bring you back His son is mine, he has our blood line A beautiful mind, and here to suffice my grind As for my niece, early got me on a leash I wreck these beats, cause my kids got to eat [Chris Ward] I stay mashing for Young Whodi, his brother and his mother That's my justification, for always hanging in the gutter But it's so hot on the block, sometimes I feel I'm being smothered This is my struggle, and what I do to make my feddy double So how can I say I'm grinding for two, when I'm grinding for three And there's really four of us, cause I forgot about me I understand, there's no I in We But I know if I can turn this dollar into a five, I can turn that five into a thee So therefore, I'm trying to get my money as long as I can get it By the good grace of God, for as long as I can get it So if you still with it, then I'm with it Well let's do it first, and then talk about how we did it I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins Though the sun shines, sometimes it feels like thunder and rain If you could stand, one day in my shoes Uh I promise, you still couldn't feel my hunger pains [Hook - 2x] Mama dry away your tears, I know daddy been gone Day hustle to the night, but then he come back home It's tough love daddy know it, but it is what it is It's till d**h do us part, for my family and kids [Big Pokey] When I think about my daughter, I don't wanna be broke f** prank when she walk, daddy wanna be 'woke I'ma listen when she talk, let her tell me a joke Eat french fries with her, while we sharing a Coke Papa hands tell her no, don't play with soap Keep God first, stay far away from dope Pray and keep hope, don't play with broke 16 first car, daddy paying the note Car keys get took, better stay on the note You ain't ready for the water, better stay on your float Baby keep your grades up, I'ma keep your bills paid up From these shoes, to these shades up Slacker boo, you gotta deal with me It's tough love baby, that's just how it is with me Trying to raise a God fearing, successful black woman The man of the house, just follow my lead yeah [Lil' Keke] I bust it down the middle, there's no time to be greedy If I only make a dollar, fifty-sec on the Ke'de Me and baby two kids, that's twelve meals a day The shelter plus the clothes, and the pillows they lay I got a constant scratch, for the cookies to batch For the shoes to match, and for the do's to latch So I multiply, then I cash the check I've been gone since the morning, I'll be back by the next I'm the bread winner, like I'm 'pose to be Dedication and family ties, is my secret recipe Don't work without me, so I'm holding it down Cook the food and tuck the kids, daddy coming right now [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Take Over, it's that real music man Summer 2005, S.U.C. man (Take Over) It's in a hood near you, know I'm saying Millennium edition Vol. 2, Vol. 3 baby Get ready for it