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• Artiste: Ghostface Killah
• Titre: Love Me Anymore
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Yeah, we gon' keep this going Uh DJ Ty Boogie Yeah New Ghostface (Okay) Here we go New Nas Yeah, yo, uh (Come on) We used to run up in jewelry stores, lay up in malls Kick shoppin', lookin' for them fruit-flavored velours Switch rose, surround-sound gun, that was made by Bose (Uh-huh) Got knocked, a cop made an angel all in the blow With cases pendin', we co-defendants Lawyer dealt with a big bag (Yeah) He had the judge lighten our sentence I'm feelin' like Gotti in '93 Low-key OT (OT) Cashin' in on them birds, gettin' that poultry Niggas crept up on me slow, blastin' that Jodeci (Jodeci) My main man turned his head like he ain't notice me (Woo) So I started starin' at niggas and stepped back My man had that nervous face, that's real rap (Ah-ha) They hopped out with crazy gold, bigfoot furs All white, smellin' like strong kush, they whispered words They told me this story and how this nigga ran in they gate Left me for dead in the enemy's face, fuck you nigga You've abandoned me Love don't live here anymore Just a vacancy Love don't live here anymore Life grows on me, every other day, I have a "woah" moment "How'd the hell I end up here?" day, "Look how I've grown" moment People are four, how dark can it get? No rhyme or reason why you eventually get picked Hangout spots, bangin' out with your opps Stand on my soapbox, emotions evoked They'll get what's comin', ain't gotta do no aimin' Tell my story after I'm dead, y'all self-incriminatin' This to my nation, Black-on-Black hatred still happens adjacent Project 2025 mandated by Reagan House niggas on the rise, they love a plantation Can't allow the selfish and foul in our conversation Things I think about, this Hen' and my pen It's spillin' out, turquoise water, swimmin' and cop Hotels that really pop, I put twenty men in position When ten get rich, the ten who do not, guess what they professin' You've abandoned me (Fuck y'all niggas) Love don't live here anymore Ghost, what up? You know what it is Just a vacancy (Yeah) Love don't live here anymore Ghostdini, that one-of-one rap king On his thrown I see you, king