Loved Ones Lyrics - Prhyme

As time goes by, a eye for an eye 

We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine 

So long as the sunshine should light up the sky 

We in this together, nigga, your beef is mine 

Man, I just saw that nigga out the other day 

That's me talking to my loved ones 

I wouldn't have this shit no other way 

That's me sparking for my loved ones 

As the plot thickens, either get rolled on or rock with it 

Make a decision, nigga, the clock's ticking 

Feeling chauvinistic, rolling with the coldest bitches 

And the whip's equipped with gold ignitions 

It has just been bought to my attention 

That the mistress finally went and told the missus 

Aw, shit, Vishis, hold this liquor 

I got to take this phone call from my shawty tripping 

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Uh, I'm dipping out, keep the car and the house 

I get my own shit, shit, I kept a separate account 

I know the rules in the street or the house 

And what I learnt, it ain't an equal amount 

I see them niggas you 'round 

And the loyalty, you'd go to war to hold 'em all down 

Tell 'em your word is your bond, but you lied to me, how? 

You respect them niggas way more than me by a mile 

I had your child, shit, babe, I can't figure it out 

You cheat on me, it's respected, cheat on them, it's foul 

Somehow, the codes that you live by ain't balancing out 

Cross the line, motherfucker, I'ma line it with vowels 

I owe you nothing, fuck your vows 

I was your down-ass chick, you let me down 

Said your word and your balls is alls you had 

I learnt your your word and your balls wasn't always 'round 

Shit, I know niggas in the bank you still loyal to 

Never snitch, you don't seen you a lawyer dude 

But pillow talk and sing to bitches, is that loyal, too? 

Tryna figure out when it becomes, "Aw, fuck the rules" 

'Cause you a real nigga and that's what real niggas do, love none 

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Money over bitches and hoes how this shit goes 

Even though she giving a nigga head out of his globe 

Keeping me fed was something more than just bottles of rose 

But when you out in the cold, you gotta follow the code 

I'm a rider fa sho, got my side chick in those 

Apartments that's downtown with the thousand-dollar deco' 

I'm wilding out for the dough, though, make sure 

That you never let me out, always keep me in 

I get geeked when we be deep, I feel awkward when we be thin 

Made of these ingredients, real nigga and loyalty 

My three downfalls is get killed, snitching, and lawyer fees 

Tripping over quarter-kis 

Even if shit come up missing, I flip for my 40 thieves 

Death before dishonor, just lock me in jail and throw the keys 

'Fore I step to your baby momma, c'mon, bro, it's me 

We just rolling, clutching 9s 

Even though it's rumors you been fucking mines 

I don't believe 'em, though, I just be tuning 'em out 

Out of my mind and out my vehicle 

Just give me some drink and some weed to blow 

Though, I ain't naive, though 

We cold, uh, my nigga, we close 

My wife friend got a big old ass 

She come around me, I put her in the fish bowl fast 

I be staring at her like she a science project 

Thinking to myself like, "Goddam, why I ain't got that?" 

But I'm just busy getting money 

Running through these bitches with my loved ones 

Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones 

Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones 

Hey, money over bitches, never switch and never love none 

Getting money, running through these bitches with my loved ones 

Killing all these niggas with the quickness for my loved ones 

Getting it with my loved ones, splitting it with my loved ones 

Fucking with these hoes even though we never love none