Hi C's (feat. Omar Sherod, Mike Larry Draw & the Bul Bey)

Yo Now I've been workin for some years Tryna get this picture fully painted and it's near And through the grace of God I'm still acquainted with my peers Racin to the top and the lane is lookin clear Finally on our way Recent conversations with my lil n Jay told me He ain't been the same since his brother went away Now he's smokin j's, even started sippin' Stopped playin ball, lil homie slippin' Due to my position I kick it with him hopin that he'll listen But lookin in his eyes like he missin Young and on a mission Slow down bruh, it's a cold world Imma let you know now bruh "Life's fast, keep your foot on the gas, you might crash And love make the world go round despite cash" He laughed, took the lid off the flask and threw it back And continued in his act- I'll never get him back... The crack that got her last night has spot her up in a back street With her knees ready to suck seed In these black streets, I was told she was introduced to it by her ex-man Who moved out to brooklyn for easy Money and his next plan But his hand dealt to her, melted the Motion along strokes These drugs got her dope She claim that she broke But always got a wad of cash stuck in her coat I tried to help her at one time For more than just one time Look into her soul and see she lost all her sunshine Prostituting just to buy a long grind Money can't provide but guess the wind I guess You gotta learn to just to improvise I pray to God she snaps out of it soon Before she snaps into a room Where her fanny had to spectate In a box, just to think Love is the missin link You can lead a horse to water but you cant force it to drink And once you cant find a hole, muthafa watch it sink Who woulda thought a missin four letter word woulda had people trippin? I guess if there is no love there is no livin Wait If there is no love there is no givin So where's the love? Where's the love? Where's the love? Try not to sugar coat it High fructose corn syrup you shoulda told me That love would be as bitter as the bottom of a whiskey glass bottom When you know would surely follow by that slow burn Better hold onto somethin cause it's gon' hurt Or at least sting Have you acting crazy for like three weeks Actin out of character Lookin mad like you Clint Eastwood Or actin real reckless Kanye West-ess With no strings attached but you Tried to sew it back with whatever that you were left with We used to have balance but you fed up all the leverage Actin all childish, you fed up the setlist Cause we was supposed to go out with a bang Now we banged up Can't even seem to go out without each shoutin eachother's names It's crazy...