For the Love

Yo, ya

It started with a notepad and pencil

Only one instrumental, my bro was [?], I was little skittles

We set out to get em, no curse words but killin'

I was only six then, now I'm in the building

Momma found my raps though, threw em in the trash can

Said I wasn't old enough, I should be watching pacman

Or Blues Clues, or something stupid

Never know when I grow to be Mr. I Had To Do It

I kept spitting anyways, killed a talent show

In second grade they say I got astounding flow

I walked across the street to kick it with them black kids

Cause white boys never listen to that rap shit

8-track shit, pops had the studio

I was just actin', like I had a movie roll

Talking bout some crazy shit, never been through it though

Vocab was so rad, that's why I had a crucial hoe

But I never even kissed her

I wonder what it would be like if a nigga was still with her

She got a kid and I was fucking with her sister

I never purposely dissed her, sometimes I still miss her

Outta my system I used to smoke with them older dudes

Running round doing things I wasn't supposed to do

Writing sad, slow songs about how I can't get over you

And you still got em, that's how I know it's true

We had big dreams, and we still do

I made big moves and you will too

But make sure that you do it for the love

Cause all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

Collins

Man, every motherfucker rapping now, that shit so tragic

I wanna show em love by they shit so average

I grew up bumping Common, Mos Def, Pharrell, Yeezy, Jay-Z

And now my shit's so classic

Plastic, I swear I'm in a room full of Ken dolls

The same niggas looking at me like we can fall

The same niggas who just took that as an insult

They're the same niggas I'm iller than with a pencil

Literal lyrical backflip, quality control get rid of that wack shit

I only fuck with like 2 or 3 niggas in my city

You know besides the ones I'm on the track with

I used to turn it up loud when I was feeling sad

Cause music was like the pops that I never had

Mom's gone too, what type of shit is that?

But that's a whole 'nother story, whole 'nother track

Yeah, see all I want is to stay true

All you want is the fame for you and your lame crew

I ain't mad, I'm just saying when I see you, I see him, I see the same dude

Uh, so pledge allegiance to innovation

Bungee jump with a shoe string, if you into fake shit

Cause I'm nothing short of amazing with every single track that I'm making

I do it for the L-O-V-E

And mom's looking down at me screaming from above

Showing L-O-V-E

And all you mother fuckers seem to do it just for love

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

It started in the projects, no instrumentals

No assurance of success, 'till I pay incidentals

It kept me out the streets, south central was a beast

I was sitting in the belly, trying to scribble my way out

Way before investors, before I had a paypal

Ain't really know when say how

I was going to make it, the people, places, and things

I had dreams, staying up reading the Source magazine

Pop recorded my first song, age of thirteen

Ever since then it's been me and my pen

She got me through break ups, beefing with fake friends

Took me to meet Dre, The Game, and Eminem

The age of 23 I knew it was meant to be

Even though sometimes I swear I hate this bitch

She ruined all of my past relationships, she the only broad I can stay faithful with

We like, B and J, Faith and Big

If I don't make no money off you, it don't make no sense

Tell my critics I do it cause I regret it if I didn't

And my mind got a sickness, I'm infested with lyrics

So a nigga can't sleep, can't focus on my girl, can't think, can't eat

Gotta take it to the booth, gotta put it to a beat, or I feel incomplete

If you do it just to do it, then you can never compete

You can't see it coming down my cheeks

So I gotta make this song weep

It's been a long week

Hot from the pain, gas tank on E

So I'm whipping to the lab, gotta chase those dreams

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because

I do it for the love and all these niggas do it just because