Typ iLL - Without Love lyrics

Where would you be without love, huh? Even with all this hate that Im surrounded by, I force myself to love them Because the energy is real yo. The energy's real I told you that I'd never stop / Got this summer on lock New chain with the fresh fade from Willies Barber Shop Shout out to Christopher too / That wading river swag Hop in the Jag with Pinch, stickers and promo bag I got the street team with every sign we stop Hopping out the truck, Typ iLLs on the block, hold up I see the shorty's I know, a little older now Still fly as hell with the teeny boppers, they know the sound What comes around, goes around so i settled down Im still a flirt, s**er for skirts, tea kettle sound Still wilding out when I'm popping bottles, you know where I be Big up to every YDJIC My posse my army / Petey, Joey and Tommy Cousins and blood brothers, street hustlers, they got me T-Y-P Trust Your People / No evil in the lobby of the Marriott Sip Bacardi til I'm carried out (lets go) HOOK And as the world turns, I can be a better man But as the world burns I'm asking for a bigger fan I love all my people My boondocks and street bros Back roads at midnight, crack open a bud light A 12-pack, then we brews and cruise, listen to boot camp Shout out to D.G. - about to be a new dad My heart beats fast for my family in the struggle My chest tightens up when I think of homeys who hustle 1 love to all Dominicans in spots that I be slinging in Its all Love. I still pay the bills the government hit me with A small snub inside of my jacket packing a ratchet A Duce Duce in the Mitsubishi, you can ask Matik Back when we had it like that. As a matter of fact? I still have it but my rapping now is stabbing the track That Ox work or Mos-berg, that's my word Im still trained but still sane from war zones, my heart hurts Hit the bar first with Bubba and start fights Bag a b**h with a black eye but its all ...right HOOK Life is like a box a.... Just a boxer Get knocked down and knocked out if you ain't standing proper Started from the bottom now all the cameras gone' spot ya Now you tryna act like your life can't handle the pappa - Razzi Watch me. I work to hard for ya'll to stop me My haters a dime a dozen thats a buck 20 for my team Yea that adds up. Something for my chick Stunting like Supa Dave. I'm flossing with John Jiggs I roll with Sickness I told my homey stick with it Hes gonna make it, I promise My word is Born like an infant I'm adding numbers to digits and digits of madd b**hes I'm never chasing these hoes, that's an oxymoron for riches, uh I'm a real dude So let me earn the throne I got support from the streets, trust me i learned the code Watch what you say like them burner phones Barely smoke so its burning slow. Grinding so f*cking hard, its my turn to blow HOOK