Could u love me

Could u love me

  
   Yo, Big Will in the place to be, mic check…mic check..
  Would you love me in the shack in a shanty town
  Would you love me if my pants was hand me downs, huh?
  Yo, yo,
  Often times I hear a phrase when I’m out & about
  8 to 80, all walks of life be shouting it out
  Usually, when its time for a encore I hear it
  Or when I did something hot, evoking the spirit
  It’s weird, its like a double edge sword when ya’ll applaud
  It’s kinda wild, a peace sign, a smile
  How do I respond to the phrase, “I love you Will!”?
  Kinda heavy when I hear it, I’d be like damn for real?
  In a way it makes me wanna stay strong and moral
  But history say I could be gone tomorrow
  & though my future looks floral
  I feel like I’m hoping for much pain
  When people stop shouting my name
  And doubting my game & liking others better than me
  Writing letters to him instead of to me
  A veteran ‘B’, I know the game, but do me this here,
  In your heart be clear before you bless my ear
  Come on..
  
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  Could you love me if I lived in a shanty town
  Could you love me if my pants was hanging down
  Could you love me if my wrist ain’t bling
  If I wasn’t on TV & I ain’t sing, huh?
  Could you love me if my whip wasn’t chrome fitted
  Would my name be easier to forget it, huh?
  Could you love me if wrist ain’t bling
  If I wasn’t on TV & I ain’t sing, huh?
  
  I pray before I sit with a pen & a pad
  A birth of a thought occurs & it calls me Dad
  To the universe an idea released from me
  Just a CD, nah man, a piece of me
  What you can’t see is when you be dancing ‘B’
  Is I asked you a question, that’s how you answer me
  So when you don’t dance, it be like I’m choking from cancer
  Like I wrote rancid rhymes, I can’t survive
  Sure, I rationalize like, oh, I see..
  But if you don’t like my cut, its like you don’t like me
  Some stuff works, some works not so well
  Its like you work so hard, still get hurt like hell
  Yo, it could tear you apart
  But don’t let your wins go to your heard
  Your losses go to your heart
  And if we ever get the pleasure to meet
  Be clever with it, measure what you yell in the street
  Come on…
  
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  Whoo, would you
  Whoo, could you
  
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