Audio Push, Eric Choice - Spread Love lyrics

I got what you need spread the love for me
I got what you need spread the love for me

Beep, beep who got the keys to the Jeep?
See we got the keys to the streets
I'm just tryna find who got
The keys to the peace cause, I need a lot
So open up the locks so I
Can take some to my hood
Cause that shit ain't no good (no no no)
That shit ain't no good (no no no)
See niggas gettin' killed every day
From Iran to the block, niggas shootin' cops
Cops shootin' niggas took
Tray' gettin' slayed
Mike gettin' striked for it finally to hit us
Remind me to get a recipe from Martha Stewart
'Bout how to cheat the system
And still be the victim
Nah, I ain't Martin Luther
I'm just a young black stoner


Tryna spark the truth up
Cause it's been so long since you went on
And lost your way grew up and changed
And now I'm all alone without you here
If it ain't jail it's a funeral home
A nigga dread this stuff
So much hate I gotta spread
This love to my people
The one's that's tired of bein' broke
See I done lost my cousin
I done lost my bros
I been puttin' plays together for
To get the dough
Radio won't play this shit no more
DJ's gone say to switch the flow
"Add more bars, rap about trap
Maybe open it up" fuck that
Man your minds ain't open enough nigga

We hustlin' tryna make a wave
My young brother get your bread up
I see you raising your kids all alone
My single mothers keep your head up
You lookin' like sometimes it might get hard
You wanna quit when you get fed up
Cause the world got so much hatred in the way
But today's the perfect day to make a change
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody
Somebody gotta spread love

It go "blam blam" from the cops to robbers
Hit it quit it, then it's just momma
I do not fuck with that campaign
That's a damn shame
These kids don't know their daddy
Damn name, and you probably out shootin' dice
Thinkin' you and your crew is nice
I'ma give you advice
Look at your family, do it twice
Give me more music Price
Now you can't have that you lose your life
Shootin' somebody be doin' life
When you could've had you a wife
You don't even wanna bang
In high school you was nice
Momma said if you gotta get beat up
Then get down and don't get dined
If you can't fight shut up and sit down
Not pick up a gun and start shootin' nigga
That ain't right, gun hit your light
Where's the beat? Give me that
And just bounce baby
More bounce than a ounce baby
Throw a nine up for my town baby
Yeah that's it now, straight up
Cause life, is what you make of it
Stop waitin' for love and start makin' it
Find someone you love, get married, get naked
And when you see me on the
Street don't even thank me (You're welcome)

We hustlin' tryna make a wave
My young brother get your bread up
I see you raising your kids all alone
My single mothers keep your head up
You lookin' like sometimes it might get hard
You wanna quit when you get fed up
Cause the world got so much hatred in the way
But today's the perfect day to make a change
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody
Somebody gotta spread love

I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me
I got what you need spread that love for me