Good Ole Luv

[talking]

G'yeah, what's wrong with you niggaz out here man

I done been in y'all shoes already man

You act like I took a magic carpet ride, to where I'm at

I been there and done that nigga, I've paid my dues already

[Slim Thug]

I started small time, karaoke rhymes

Jotting raps on my pad, till I ran out of lines

Use to flow from day to night, till I got it right

It wasn't till mixtapes, I felt spotlight

Thinking back when Slim Thug, use to live like a scrub

Out the trunk selling mixtapes, out at the club

Had to hit the road for days, rolling in rental cars

Building up my client tale, determined to be a star

Use to do talent shows, every week and lose

Stay out till 4, be up at six for school

Being Slim, wasn't always cool

When I told 'em I'd be a star, they use to call me a fool

I done plenty songs for free, shows on the G.P.

Worked hard, to make another nigga money

I guess that's why I'm blessed, with the cars on dubs

I paid my dues, fools gon give me some love

[Hook: Chris Ward]

(forgiveness for my good old love) for those that hated

You don't know how long we waited, to say

(forgiveness for my good old love), you talk down

But then you always around, trying to

(forgiveness for my good old love), at first you knocked it

But then we dropped it, and you jocked it so

(forgiveness for my good old love), fuck it

Well give it to me then, give it to me

[Sir Daily]

I was born to be a hustler, simple and plain

Got tired of being broke, so I entered the game

With no fame and no change, just a pen and a pad

All you lames can complain, but I'm getting my cash

A dime to a dolla, I double my digits

I grind for my dollas, and hustle ridiculous

Cause friends like to smile, and have fun when you down

And never have no ends, to lend when you down

But that's o.k., cause I laugh at the past

Writing raps everyday, as I mash on the gas

A Hogg, that never looked back

Now they say Sir Da', I didn't know you could rap

And you crabs, trying to earn my friendship

I swear this back stabbing, and fake shit is endless

But fuck it, man to my whole thugs

I'm a hustle with thugs, so nigga show me love

[Hook]

[Kyleon]

I use to push, nick's and dimes

Now all I do is spit a few hits, and rhyme

But this game is no different, it's a constant grind

I need a constant shine, fuck being in a constant bind

Been rapping since sixth grade, getting lunch in line

Filling up my notebooks, with a bunch of rhymes

I knew that I could succeed, if I put my all in it

Superstardom had a place for me, one day I'd fall in it

I use to write them notes, and quotes in class

Everytime the teacher'd pass, she would gross my ass

They use to joke and laugh, when I'd say I rap

Now they get out they seats and clap, when I say I rap

All the caps and miss-happ's, is a thing in the past

You use to didn't cut for me, now you bringing me cash

You use to say that Kyle was ugly, now they bringing me ass

Now that my flow made me do', now they bringing it fast

[Hook]