Loved Ones
 作词 : M. Evans/R. Montgomery
 作曲 : C.E. Martin/A. Markeith Reid/M. Evans/R. Montgomery
Intro: Royce da 5'9"
As time goes by, a eye for an eye
We in this together, *******, your beef is mine
So long as the sun************ne should light up the sky
We in this together, *******, your beef is mine
Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"
Man, I just saw that ******* out the other day
That's me talking to my loved ones
I wouldn't have this ************t no other way
That's me sparking for my loved ones
As the plot thickens,
either get rolled on or rock with it
Make a decision, *******, the clock's ticking
Feeling chauvinistic,
rolling with the coldest ************
And the whip's equipped with gold ignitions
It has just been bought to my attention
That the mistress finally went and told the missus
Aw, ************t, Vi************s, hold this liquor
I got to take this phone call from my shawty tripping
Verse 2: Rapsody
Uh, I'm dipping out, keep the car and the house
I get my own ************t, ************t, I kept a separate account
I know the rules in the street or the house
And what I learnt, it ain't an equal amount
I see them *******s you 'round
And the loyalty,
you'd go to war to hold 'em all down
Tell 'em your word is your bond,
but you lie to me, how?
You respect them *******s
way more than me by a mile
I had your child, ************t, babe,
I can't figure it out
You cheat on me, it's respected,
cheat on them, it's foul
Somehow, the codes that
you live by ain't balancing out
Cross the line, mother******,
I'ma line it with vowels
I owe you nothing, ******* your vows
I was your down-ass chick, you let me down
Said your word and your ******* is alls you had
I learnt your your word
and your ******* wasn't always 'round
************t, I know *******s in the bin you still loyal to
Never snitch, you don't sing,
you a lawyer dude
But pillow talk and sing to ************,
is that loyal, too?
Tryna figure out when it becomes,
"Aw, ******* the rules"
'Cause you a real *******
and that's what real *******s do, love none
Verse 3: Royce da 5'9" & Rapsody
Money over ************ and hoes how this ************t goes
Even though she giving a ******* head out of his globe
Keeping me fed was something
more than just bottles of rose
But when you out in the cold,
you gotta follow the code
I'm a rider fa sho, got my side chick in those
Apartments that's downtown
with the thousand-dollar deco'
I'm wilding out for the dough, though, make sure
That you never let me out, always keep me in
I get geeked when we be deep,
I feel awkward when we be thin
Made of these ingredients,
real ******* and loyalty
My three downfalls is get killed,
snitching, and lawyer fees
Tripping over quarter-kis
Even if ************t come up missing,
I flip for my 40 thieves
Death before dishonor,
just lock me in jail and throw the keys
'Fore I step to your baby momma, c'mon, bro, it's me
We just rolling, clutching 9s
Even though it's rumors you been ******* mines
I don't believe 'em, no, I just be tuning 'em out
Out of my mind and out my vehicle
Just give me some drink and some ************ to blow
No, I ain't naive, though
We cold, uh, my *******, we close
My wife friend got a big old ass
She come around me, I put her in the fish bowl fast
I be staring at her like she a science project
Thinking to myself like,
"Goddam, why I ain't got that?"
But I'm just busy getting money,
running through these ************ with my loved ones
Killing all these *******s
with the quickness for my loved ones
Getting it with my loved ones,
splitting it with my loved ones
Hey, money over ************,
never switch and never love none
Getting money, running through
these ************ with my loved ones
Killing all these *******s
with the quickness for my loved ones
Getting it with my loved ones,
splitting it with my loved ones
******* with these hoes
even though we never love none