Hyssop of Love

Wolves in disguise
 How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes?
 Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
 They ain't never loved me, it's bullshit and lies
 Won't you recognize
 All the real gold gets stole by design
 That shit in your mind
 Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes
 Niggas ticking with the times
 Getting crippled up by the crimes
 Niggas say he overweight
 I heard your plug was dry
 I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
 I might be your guy
 No, this ain't no weed, different type of high
 Got it for the free
 Never needed no dollars to prove worth
 Or a slap in the face, before I could move first
 On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping
 We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love
 These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood
 Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct
 Rebuild in the ashes, cashes
 With the training underwater with the passion, traction
 Started gaining some muscle
 Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows
 Wasn't moving no Os
 But it's a symbol of hustle
 Spreading love is an intricate puzzle
 And hate'll have you strung out and addicted to struggle
 I'm on this love as of late
 Smoking bud
 Praying to the one above
 I been thinking 'bout his love as of late
 Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
 I've been feeling like the plug as of late
 And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
 If you trying to feel good
 And you looking for a pusher that'll push
 That feeling then I'm that guy
 I heard your plug was dry
 I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
 I might be your guy
 No, this ain't no weed, different type of high
 And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV
 Sade coming out my mama speaker box
 I know she see me vibin'
 We would speak about the way
 The world would try to keep me silent
 Keep me vibing
 Claim to keep the peace
 And then assassinate the peace makers
 We puff peace pipes
 And anticipate
 No, you can't get security blankets where we from
 Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison
 But never had freedom a day in his life
 I think that I remember
 Probably tastes like kindred
 If it's sweet I'm in my stride
 It's mid December in these fucking walking boots
 In a, John Hancock
 'Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral
 But we in a different longitude
 So we never arrive at the same point
 Trees stay in the truth
 So I ain't never smoked the same joint twice
 I'm on this love as of late
 Smoking bud
 Praying to the one above
 I been thinking 'bout this love as of late
 Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
 I've been feeling like a plug as of late
 And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
 If you trying to feel good
 And you need a pusher that'll push
 That feeling then I'm that guy