Love Myself (feat. Kevin Gates )

Luca Brasi (DMac on the f- track) It's just Kevin, you hear me? (Tuned up) Dealin' with past traumas, patternistic in nature Healin' to break the cycle Been a big commitment psycho I'm willin' to make you my love (my love) You've been indecisive lately, I'm willin' to make your mind up Know we all been through things in the past That make it difficult to even trust Hate for you to think that I don't want you around I be in the streets, I'm in control right now Hit me when you free and you get flown out of town Luca Brasi throw that plaga in your soul, pipe down I never judged you for your past, I just want my turn with you You know that I'm turnt with you I'm a big old Muslim, I can have multiple wives And concubines, monogamy, monotony Ain't gon' work with you, way that I'm livin', it work different My love come with a career attached, I can't love everybody It don't cost you a thing to give me a call and tell me you care about me I put my ex on and she left me, and now she for everybody I can't let nobody finesse me, I gotta watch everybody Yeah, okay, can't love you 'til I love myself (yeah) Don't hug me, I'll hug myself But the smoke don't help, uh Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again High go down and I - again Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send) Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself I can't - 'cause when I get drunk I won't - girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself) Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again High go down and I - again Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send Couple shots in (drank, drank) Reminscin' on the times, I wish we could do it again I f- around and had you blocked, but I'm on the burner again Lookin' on your page twice, I even be checkin' your friends Started questionin' myself, like, this sh- ain't never gon' end I'm never gon' bend Bust the racks up out the wrapper again (racks) I just had to put a wrap on the Benz They can never catch me lackin' again (no) When I think of you, I think of revenge That's the reason I be fuckin' your friends I don't think that I could love you again (uh-uh) You be fuckin' 'round with too many men Okay Can't love you 'til I love myself Don't hug me, I'll hug myself But the smoke don't help, uh Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again High go down and I - again Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send (I ain't never gon' send) Yeah, okay, too much pride, can't help myself I can't - 'cause when I get drunk I won't -, girl, I know myself, uh (I know myself) Yeah, okay, high go down and I miss you again High go down and I - again Typed up text, I ain't never gon' send I'm in the back of the 'bach and I'm countin' up fetti I'll shoot you a text when I'm ready (yeah) Still on the road, I'm goin' from show to a show I'm movin' from telly to telly (cash) I met a girl in Brooklyn, I think I'm a marry her I got her straight out the deli All of my industry friends is turnin' out fake I f- around, turn into Melly No new friends, no (uh-uh), you are not my homie AP, two-toned, bust down (guys), I ain't got no Rollie F- the streets, hate the streets, no police, they took my brodie Catfish on the 'gram too elite, these h- on Adobe (fake) Photoshop, mix the henny with the soda pop I sit back and observe n-, I don't talk much, but I know a lot (shh) Told my b- to curve, she said she do, but I know she not This rap sh- for the birds, I'ma get a hit and then I'm goin' pop