Amagiri Young - Love over Hate

Song - Love Over Hate

Who shot ya? Separate the weak
I survived it all out here in these streets
They wanna see you fall, locked up or deceased
They hate it when you strong they love it when you bleed
Use to be my brother then you turned into a op
She use to be my lover than she turned into a thot
Heart getting cold on the way to the top
Could never sell my soul that’s word to the block
These new niggaz wicked but I remain committed
Loyalty is rare you better keep if you get it
Friends turn into foes and bitches tell your business
If you gotta kill a nigga you should never leave a witness
You use to be my nigga now you riding with them snitches
Grandma use to tell me i’m too big for my britches
Young Jimmy Hendricks, 2 bad bitches
At the same, both of em dimes

My mind is on the money
My mind is on the money
I ain’t bout them niggaz acting funny
I ain’t worried bout them bitches acting funny
Nah nah nah nah my mind is on the money

Still in a race for riches
High speed chase can’t forget it
They just wanna label me a menace
Fourteen thou for the sentence
Still you know I ball like tennis
Young nigga use to hop fences
Running from the cops in the trenches
The game don’t stop gotta get it
It’s cold in the summer don’t be timid
Bundle up for the blizzard
Watch for the snakes and the henchmen
Money for my mention
We use to hustle in detention
Young nigga been about my business
Lost respect for these niggaz and these bitches
Pretend to be ya dog but a bite you for the kitten
And family the worst they’ll hurt you no intention
Shoutout to the homies doing time up in Clinton
Shoutout to the bitches that rarely miss a visit
Though its money over bitches
You know we gotta live it

Mind on the money, still no time to waste
With life comes death, it’s all on the chance you take
Whether right or left, make no mistake
With the love comes the hate
With the love comes the hate

Cousin locked in sing sing, homie locked in Wallace ridge
Best friend told him
He was trying to feed his kids
20 grams, 20 years
Nigga cried a hundred tears
Girl oh she not around
Now who gon hold you down
Feeling like a peasant when you know you wear the crown
If the hoe can’t swim you gotta let her drown
Looking in ya daughters eyes feel like you let her down
With life come death, they love you when you’re not around
Policeman gun us down, got us scared to drive around
Use to be my homie then you turned into a op
Use to be my lover then she turned into a thot
Heart getting cold on the way to the top
I could never sell my soul, that’s word to the block
I could never sell my soul that’s word to the block

My mind is on the money
My mind is on the money
I ain’t bout them niggaz acting funny
I ain’t worried bout them bitches acting funny
Nah nah nah nah my mind is on the money

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