Sweet Love - Ugly Heroes

«Don't make me suffer guide me

Guide me baby to my friends and oooh»

I bet a rapper say «uncle»

Cousin and twisting his arm, wasn’t a struggle

A hater make my day like Eastwood

But we good cause I’m busy frying Moby Dick

No sense crying over milk spilt

Yeah, a 16 assassin

Oswald on the pad with the pen doing it rapping

If we happen to cross paths

You better hope a fork leads the other way away from me

Cause I brought forks

I’m on the porch celebrating

Getting elevated

That ain’t lemonade

Something heavyweight and medicated

Each verse dedicated to a hater thought I’d never make it

Make him take it back

Eat words, alphabet soup

Used to press my own discs up, tried to recoup

Slang 'em two for one outside of my stoup

As soon as ten moved, I headed to the top of the flat

On the roof I’m blowing smoke rings from skunk weed outside of a loop

You better give me

«Sweet love»

Yeah, that’s what you better give me

Hate on me and your homie start pouring out the Henny

Better show me

«Sweet love»

Or I’ma show you what I’ve been through

All my pain and suffering, something we could get into

Give me

«Sweet love»

Or I’ma give you hate right back

Bottle to the face, have a night cap

You know what I need

«Sweet love»

Yeah, blow a rapper kisses

Handshakes and pounds, not disses

Now tell me why the bartender’s giving me free drinks

And yet he’s taxing you a dollar for that water out that sink

Cause we got that shit locked and we got that hip hop

That gets props

Doing everything your shit’s not

That dude that talks the most ain’t really doing shit

That’s why I’m sitting at a show alone instead of moving lips

You rappers sucking blogger dicks

I’m chilling with some journalists watching you perform and talking shit

So let me give you a bit of critical analysis

That way you hold that microphone is on some phallic shit

That malice grip you got is known for causing calluses

That way you clutching on that tip is looking hazardous

And you’re not packing shit, the club or a gun

Don’t give a fuck about your crew a fuck where you’re from

Sit your angry ass down and let me show you

Uh, how to make the crowd get to know you

Motherfucker what’s up?