Cash Sinatra - A lot of Love lyrics

Rappin we just trynna make it happen Cameras on I'm steady in the action This ain't for fake tho, I'm handin you the pa**ion Dressing up the bars merge the vision with the fashion Burn the tree put together all the cabbage Subtract all the maggots My wonder years call me Stevie Fred Savage There's a ribbon in the sky & its feelin' like a cla**ic I could feel you lookin at me givin me that crazy look But I was just with con & he was cookin up w crazy hook The way my life is setup f** around & write a crazy book All this bad news is what really f**in' made me cook Case in '14 it was mean.. Yeah it made me shook Had me in the county I was feelin like baby crook Moms ain't see the vision & that's what really made me look Change my life for the better.. maybe a baby could Speaking a babies I've been in morning Found out I had a son right after he been aborted I guess I'm not important Pay respects that these women don't be affording Yeah, I plugged so I expected to see An outlet to decide on the extension of me Smoke an L to the face as the scene go Burn the plants & now I'm watchin where my seeds go Yo yo yo yo ! Yeah I'm talkin to you Reflection of yaself if they walkin with you I don't lead the blind & I don't walk with a fool & some my n***as broke.. So they walk wit a tool Live it to the limit & love it a lot Smokin weed, planting seeds yeah I loving my crop Trynna be covered in guap Not consumed by cubical Driving other n***as might as well be an Uber too Workin on my talents never slack, yeahs that's suitable k** you if you sleep I could creep just like Kruger do No wining in my circle.. Thas a hoolahoop I'm the real wave, n***as splashing in a pool or 2 So I'm the topic Open cap they wanna top it Just cuz that shorty poppin, don't really mean that she got it 10k on the gram & a 10 in her pocket.. Livin with her fam I don't really understand & I ain't ballin out n***a I got unlimited minutes so I be callin out n***as Wow Measure em up You feather as f** Step ya weight up Comin' for ours, you shootin at stars Step ya aim up Moms seem like she dont see this sh** workin' & i dont blame her She won't get it till its financially in my favor But dont worry bout a thing mama Ya Young Prince gon' be a King mama [Hook]