If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't shining just because
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I was still down in the mud
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I got caught selling drugs
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't the plug
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't shining just because
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I was still down in the mud
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't this superb
Would you kick me to the curb?
If the cops came with a deal
Would you tell? Or not say a word?
If I bail & not pay the clerk
Broke as hell tryna make it work
Would you love me for who I am?
Or love me for what Im worth?
Im top of the jungle gym
But where was you when it was dirt?
Never thought you was one of them
If you love sometimes it hurt
We going out on a limb like some dummies
But this is earth
Can promise that I'll be real
But can't promise that I'll be perf
Keisha, Tamika, Natasha, Latisha
Would you still love a nigga if he end up on a T-Shirt?
6 feet deep dirt, shit could always be worse
I just jumped in feet first can't be stressing bout no B words
Don't be surprised when you see me with what I deserve
Open my eyes show me that you really for me bird
If I wasn't I wasn't shit I wasn't the turd
Would you still have love for me?
Or would you just skrt skrt
If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't shining just because
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I was still down in the mud
Would you have love for a thug
If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby
Thoughts on my cake
Triple estate, triple the stakes
Cause if I fail everything breaks,
It's Richter scale.
How? she asks
Gotta scrape my plate everything shakes.
We was dodger like
Cause some of mine was running base.
If you knew where I came from would you accept
If I was able to hide things you'd usually detect?
If I did things you didn't expect
We came from techs
Talking on and off the court
In and out of court.
In and out jams.
Taking all we can.
Same fits from graduation now for funerals again.
If you did know just what we did to get here.
Would you love me for but not for who I am?
Like what if I moved grams,
Whipping wrist like pitchers full kool aid,
But that ain't sugar I'm pouring
Pitching base and now we whip it underhand,
Would you understand?
If I was down and out, like I'm killa cam,
Said would you Love me for me
Or go on to another man?
Damn
If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I wasn't shining just because
Would you have love for a thug baby
If I was still down in the mud
Would you have love for a thug
If I wasn't who I was
Would you have love for a thug baby