Good Ole Luv

(*talking*)<br>G`yeah, what`s wrong with you niggaz out here man<br>I done been in y`all shoes already man<br>You act like I took a magic carpet ride, to where I`m at<br>I been there and done that nigga, I`ve paid my dues already<br><br>[Slim Thug]<br>I started small time, karaoke rhymes<br>Jotting raps on my pad, till I ran out of lines<br>Use to flow from day to night, till I got it right<br>It wasn`t till mixtapes, I felt spotlight<br>Thinking back when Slim Thug, use to live like a scrub<br>Out the trunk selling mixtapes, out at the club<br>Had to hit the road for days, rolling in rental cars<br>Building up my client tale, determined to be a star<br>Use to do talent shows, every week and lose<br>Stay out till 4, be up at six for school<br>Being Slim, wasn`t always cool<br>When I told `em I`d be a star, they use to call me a fool<br>I done plenty songs for free, shows on the G.P.<br>Worked hard, to make another nigga money<br>I guess that`s why I`m blessed, with the cars on dubs<br>I paid my dues, fools gon give me some love<br><br>[Hook: Chris Ward]<br>(forgiveness for my good old love) for those that hated<br>You don`t know how long we waited, to say<br>(forgiveness for my good old love), you talk down<br>But then you always around, trying to<br>(forgiveness for my good old love), at first you knocked it<br>But then we dropped it, and you jocked it so<br>(forgiveness for my good old love), fuck it<br>Well give it to me then, give it to me<br><br>[Sir Daily]<br>I was born to be a hustler, simple and plain<br>Got tired of being broke, so I entered the game<br>With no fame and no change, just a pen and a pad<br>All you lames can complain, but I`m getting my cash<br>A dime to a dolla, I double my digits<br>I grind for my dollas, and hustle ridiculous<br>Cause friends like to smile, and have fun when you down<br>And never have no ends, to lend when you down<br>But that`s o.k., cause I laugh at the past<br>Writing raps everyday, as I mash on the gas<br>A Hogg, that never looked back<br>Now they say Sir Da`, I didn`t know you could rap<br>And you crabs, trying to earn my friendship<br>I swear this back stabbing, and fake shit is endless<br>But fuck it, man to my whole thugs<br>I`m a hustle with thugs, so nigga show me love<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Kyleon]<br>I use to push, nick`s and dimes<br>Now all I do is spit a few hits, and rhyme<br>But this game is no different, it`s a constant grind<br>I need a constant shine, fuck being in a constant bind<br>Been rapping since sixth grade, getting lunch in line<br>Filling up my notebooks, with a bunch of rhymes<br>I knew that I could succeed, if I put my all in it<br>Superstardom had a place for me, one day I`d fall in it<br>I use to write them notes, and quotes in class<br>Everytime the teacher`d pass, she would gross my ass<br>They use to joke and laugh, when I`d say I rap<br>Now they get out they seats and clap, when I say I rap<br>All the caps and miss-happ`s, is a thing in the past<br>You use to didn`t cut for me, now you bringing me cash<br>You use to say that Kyle was ugly, now they bringing me ass<br>Now that my flow made me do`, now they bringing it fast<br><br>[Hook]