Who Loves You More (feat. Eric Roberson)

[Featuring: Eric Roberson] [Verse 1:] She ran out the house like, "Fuck it I'm leaving" He ran out after her like "Fuck is the meaning? " Went through his phone and found texts from all of his ex's Threw it at him like, "Fuck was you thinking? " Way down in his stomach he's getting that sinking Feeling he felt 20 years before when His pops sat him down and told him and his moms was divorcing Now he's doing the same Running through these hoes with no proper decorum Not a pretty picture Unsettled miser-y, he would say his pop was a dog Now isn't that the pot calling the kettle "nigga" Every player dreams of playing the game, straight walking out The allure of new pussy is cool, but when it's over what the fuck you got to talk about? Such an empty feeling, you win or you lose Wifey told him, "It's them or me and baby, you better choose." Hey! [Chorus: Eric Robinson] I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) [Verse 2:] My cousin hit me up and said he had to post bail again Cause my brother back in jail again Back in that slave ship cause he tried to sell again And all that's going through my mind is "How the fuck am I failing him? " These youngins want all of the spoils but none of the toils Got me climbing the walls Too good to press olives but'll be the first squeaky wheel asking for oil I've been at it for 10 years, "What the fuck is you on? " Had me frustrated like, "What the fuck do you want? " He come to me for answers but I don't know what to tell him Part bad parenting, part youthful rebellion He wanna buy a dream but I don't know what to sell him, shit They say the streets turn niggas into sinners But them jail cells be turning niggas into dinner So they sing in the summer, be home by the winter Interrogation room be turning niggas into tenors And he's no singer, but put him on the block, he got that perfect pitch I just want him to understand that you work for this You can win or you lose But it's either me or the streets and brother you gotta choose Love [Chorus: Eric Robinson] I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) [Verse 3:] Some get hand picked, others get picked on Some get a hand up, others get this song I came from the bottom where the guns got withdrawn All lows, no highs man/Heisman, get a stiff arm See me doing records so they think it makes a lot But really I'm just trying to mix-a-lot like I was raised Islam Praying that the ends justify the means Cause most of my heroes had fucked up lives Coked up kids and three or four wives Hoes in every city, enough side bitches for three or four tribes From Marvin to Basquiat, it comes with a cavat And that's the gospel like three or four choirs Gotta room with a microphone and all this time I just sat by the window and looked inside Didn't like what I found, but you win or you lose Make a living or have a life, guess that I gotta choose One... [Chorus: Eric Robinson] I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I can save my life (Who loves you more? Who loves you more?) (Every little thing about you babe) [Outro: Phonte] I got a room and a microphone And family that I ain't seen in months And I played this record a million times, just hoping you would play it once Ha, break bread with your fellow man Show love but look out for your heart And always take care of home Because home is where charity starts Because home is where charity starts Home is where charity starts Hhhh. Thank. God.