AKIR, YG - 4DALUV lyrics
[AKIR, YG - 4DALUV lyrics]
AKIR: yeah
This goes out to all my emcees out there
Keeping it real but when you
Get a record deal
It seems like keeping it real
Might even be keeping it
Wrong in this fucked up world we live in yo
YG: Whoo! Come on one Enterprise on
The rise they don’t understand, man these
Niggas don’t even know aKIR and YG
Yeah, it’s classics, baby yeah, yeah
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
Heartbeat of
The streets feel the energy it’s therapeutic
Everybody got to hustle, but I’m used to it
Sleepwalking through the system
Now we all victims of greed, money
And lust what happened to us?
Once a family that stuck
Together torn apart ‘cause
Nowadays, it’s all about the
Cheddar, the chrome, twenty-inch
Rims, the Lex, Beemer, the Benz
When will it end, man? Live from the block
You see them niggas making ends
Selling poison to their neighbors
And friends, doing well
Moving up the chain they got
Fly whips and things, a house on the hill
But still sell poison in the block
Still trying to kill
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
Ain’t shit gon’ change except my chains
Forgets my chain, never gets those chains
Respect my age and accept my wage through the
Roads we’ve paved no, we won’t be slaves
Help my homie so we won’t
Be slinging for your
Own peace, say what’s real, for Pete’s sakes
Roll grass while in the dirt
To see snakes don’t hold back
Say what you feel like handshake from the
Def Jam, whenever you can, have you read
Man? There’s no limit to the
Gifted mind you master your P’s and Q’s boy
You’re bad and it’s big news
Fellows rock to your tunes, chicks roll J’s
Mimic- -ing the words that you say
‘cause it play all day
Radio airplay, windows, and hallways
It’s time that we rocked ‘til
The time stopped live from the block
It’s hot like rock on a wild block
So don’t stop the art just
‘cause you climbed the chart
Reach inside the part that’s
Deep inside your heart
Make a beat that made you hungry to eat
That made you
Excited, ignited while you out on the street
That made you scared to rip
That made you proud to spit a blessing
Sent to all the people your God’s giving gift
AKIR: Your God’s giving gift yeah to
All my emcees out there
YG: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayyo
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
This goes out to all my emcees out there
Keeping it real but when you
Get a record deal
It seems like keeping it real
Might even be keeping it
Wrong in this fucked up world we live in yo
YG: Whoo! Come on one Enterprise on
The rise they don’t understand, man these
Niggas don’t even know aKIR and YG
Yeah, it’s classics, baby yeah, yeah
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
Heartbeat of
The streets feel the energy it’s therapeutic
Everybody got to hustle, but I’m used to it
Sleepwalking through the system
Now we all victims of greed, money
And lust what happened to us?
Once a family that stuck
Together torn apart ‘cause
Nowadays, it’s all about the
Cheddar, the chrome, twenty-inch
Rims, the Lex, Beemer, the Benz
When will it end, man? Live from the block
You see them niggas making ends
Selling poison to their neighbors
And friends, doing well
Moving up the chain they got
Fly whips and things, a house on the hill
But still sell poison in the block
Still trying to kill
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
Ain’t shit gon’ change except my chains
Forgets my chain, never gets those chains
Respect my age and accept my wage through the
Roads we’ve paved no, we won’t be slaves
Help my homie so we won’t
Be slinging for your
Own peace, say what’s real, for Pete’s sakes
Roll grass while in the dirt
To see snakes don’t hold back
Say what you feel like handshake from the
Def Jam, whenever you can, have you read
Man? There’s no limit to the
Gifted mind you master your P’s and Q’s boy
You’re bad and it’s big news
Fellows rock to your tunes, chicks roll J’s
Mimic- -ing the words that you say
‘cause it play all day
Radio airplay, windows, and hallways
It’s time that we rocked ‘til
The time stopped live from the block
It’s hot like rock on a wild block
So don’t stop the art just
‘cause you climbed the chart
Reach inside the part that’s
Deep inside your heart
Make a beat that made you hungry to eat
That made you
Excited, ignited while you out on the street
That made you scared to rip
That made you proud to spit a blessing
Sent to all the people your God’s giving gift
AKIR: Your God’s giving gift yeah to
All my emcees out there
YG: yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayyo
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chicks, the whips, or the change
Not for the two-ways to flip
Or the Range yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage
I do it for the love, man not for the fame
Not for the chips, the six, or the name
Not for the video flicks or accolades yeah
I want to get paid, but I do it for the stage