ReQ Cartier - For The Love Of It lyrics

Long hair, I've grown for days I'm black Moses, i part the waves Since 16, writing sixteens I'm grinding hard, just to see the green Went from my teens to a grown man From free money to uncle Sam Them hard times I been through But like easy broads, I get through em I'm steady on the path to the top Hoping that the n***as that I'm with don't stop With the support And hold down the fort like Knox While a n***a just rocks on the mike So we make it to the jet life Puttin on for my city, even tho they don't f** with a n***a They just f** with a n***a f** it, if I ever blow, imma take all the dough And make sure my shows on the road Cause they hate when you make it Or they jealous cause they know they gotta fake it Told ma we gone' struggle for a minute Put it on my life imma grind till I get it Made a couple lefts when I should've went right Headed for the green, till I hit a red light Steady daydream, but I live a real life Tryna chase them dreams, that can change my life And I'm just... [Hook] Rollin round with my n***as Tryna get us some scrilla Had a dream since day one And now we tryna fulfill it Fast cars, bad broads Big house, backyard Hard as it may seem... Imma get it by any means... So I'm (grinding hard just to see the green) Swag champ, see me homie SnapBack, say tisa on it Fashioneer, but broke as f** These mixtapes ain't cheap enough I'm bustin a**, to make these tracks And mixing this, and master that... Need help req? Ain't used to that I'm picking up where most n***as slacking That solo sh**, and that's word to Ab Rapping now, then I'm on the ave Like f**ing hoes, these f**ing hoes Don't trust these hoes, Give em dick roll My future bright, not tryna fail Lots of hate, but I prevailed And unrevealed, my talent b**h I be rippin sh**, on my shredder sh** No pun intended, be offended Charlie sheen, I'm steady winning I took a loss, maybe two, maybe three Okay I bent the truth But lying ain't in my rhymes And contradiction is fine Cause contradiction in lyrics, bring them bad vixens and dimes When that money come, friends'll show When it's gone, them friends'll go My only friends is a cup of fouhr And a couple n***as I really know We work hard then cash out Blowing Keisha, smoked out Rep Brooklyn, no doubt That suite life what I'm all about I'm Rollin round with my n***as Tryna get us some scrilla Had a dream since day one And now we tryna fulfill it Fast cars, bad broads Big house, backyard Hard as it may seem... Imma get it by any means... So I'm (grinding hard just to see the green)