More Love lyrics

[Intro]
The life of a hustler ain’t everything it seems
We sacrifice sleep
So our realities could be better than our dreams
I know...(word)
Some in the hood make you heartless
But then I learn
Only love can drive out hate
And only light can draw out darkness
(My Brother Dizz Made This)
(Dizz yo)
Rest In Peace to the fallen
I hear you young brother, you balling
(Okay)
But are you following your mothaf*cking calling
(Yeah)
Can we have church in here this Friday (church)
I said can we have church in here this Friday
To many gone to soon

[Verse 1]
I said this sh*t on "Glock Away"
Bullets took big and pac away
Bodies dropping a block away
Feeling like the modern day
Marvin Gaye cause I gotta
Say what’s going
First let me say condolences
Slauson’s way
R.I.P Nipsey
R.I.P King Lou (yeah)
The fact that you’re gone don’t even seem true
Death’s like a vandal destroying sh*t like a scandal
I’m tired of lighting candles for brothers who look like (me and you)
The culture just lost a soldier the whole city hurt
In loving memory of stitched on the back of a di*kie shirt
Death is like a b*tch in a mini skirt look how quick we flirt
End up in the dirt, what did we learn form seeing Biggie’s hearse
Pac taught me to have hope as a (poet thug)
That’s why my message Is more than just tryna (score drugs)
When the world’s on my shoulders I see (your’s shrug)
Only thing we need more of is (more love)
[Bridge 1]
Yeah... I see a petition
To give Nipsey Hussle his own street (do it)
I know you like that intersection Crenshaw and Slauson I like Long Beach boulevard too, but if they can give him his flowers before he gone and they gave Snoop Dogg his own street I ride down that mothaf*cker and let my kid see something different you know
Only thing we need more of is more love

[Verse 2]
Ugh, I said this sh*t on "Pain Away"
Rappers lying about gangsta sh*t while I’m crying in hankerchief
Homies dying and laying stiff
Hope you flying where angels is
Horrifying the sadist sh*t homicide in a LA just get normalize
These ain’t normal eyes I see the realest sh*t
I could see we not completely innocent
I could see the hidden hand
I could see police planning a snitches hit
My pupils are pupils that study the loopholes
So I could see some different sh*t
Beefing now the streets are lit
Demons doing evil sh*t
Evil like getting a preacher clipped
Ever since the beeper clip heaters rip when your people slip
Eyes tired of crying it’s time that I make the speakers drip
Hustler like 40 but now I just wanna be legit
Foreign cars made me a slave
Now I don’t need a whip
Real sh*t
My house got 7 rooms and 4 tubs
Only thing I need more of is (more love)
[Bridge 2]
Yeah, I need more love know what I’m saying
You need more love
Life ain’t promised, life’s too short
We can’t predict the time left
But I know one thing, we’ll never go uphill
With a downhill mindset
You feel me

[Outro]
Lost angels, Los Angeles city’s trouble
Let’s immortalize Nipsey Hussle
Let’s remember what he symbolized
Overcoming any struggle
Black economics buy the block till the Millies double
Yeah
I hear you N.O.R.E that’s some real sh*t
Rappers come back to the community
Just to see a lack of unity
But you and me gotta
Keep our families fed
And keep going harder like David Banner said