Conzcept - Love Me lyrics

[V1] A lotta sh** on my mental Stressing maybe I got issues YOu Live the trap life you move the pack right but this rap life what I'm into Kicking Flows like a sensu Sansei on my jensu And the one I love can't love me so this microphone who I vent to Me myself and this pencil R.I.P Papi we miss you I remember when you said it was good here Thinking back thought that be a good year Now I'm moving packs thinkin bout gettin strapped cuz n***as wanna act like it's the hood here Bang! I just stood there my whole world dropped and I stood there Pick a card, pray you never pick a heart When you playin in a game full of sharks paranoid n***a prolly think he was a nark Grown man this ting right now Loud pack yeah we blow that loud I'm bout that you should know by now Work a 9 to 5 tryna hold that down And Why the f** I feel like the whole world on my shoulders Everyday I'm gettin older I'm 19 n***a y'all ain't even know it Called it a pipe dream now they wanna be the homie sh** I learned life's a b**h sometimes Still need a ho to s** my dick sometimes Hustle make a n***a feel rich sometimes Broke man ain't sh** sometimes Money come with a risk sometimes What you doin ain't it sometimes And I got em like "damn tru" Where that n***a learn to spit those rhymes? How that n***a learn to get so fly Man that n***a on his sh** no lie Why that n***a on his sh** no lie So maybe you love me love me love me x4 [V2] I see you makin love to the mirror I'm worried bout her curves shes so worried bout her n***a wish I could be with her Maybe I should write a song bout you put you in my verse maybe put you in my verse Cuz its Mrs camera phone Instagram that pic like is that camera on ? Coming to the shows To see me rap a song Well I promise, Girl This is that prom sh** that bomb sh** See me ride wit the n***as I mob with, Getting money off of crime Every hustler got a hustle get that money on time Do it's like it's nothing what's a devil to a God Steeping up another level on the rise Got that money on my mind Ima soldier wear my pride, Work a 9-5 hustle on the side Rap feeling like a job, On the clock all the time Sittin in cla** takin notes writing rhymes This yo shot better make it pop like you got a bomb (So maybe you love me love me love me x4)