Gotta Love It - PRhyme, CeeLo Green, Brady Watt

You gotta love it

Look around you, nobody quite do it like we does it

And nah, we don’t need no labels to supply the budget

Haters should stop it, the angels guide us like God is hovered

Uh, you gotta love it

All we need to keep this shit goin’s the soul of Guru

The black ice in the Rollie lookin' like a frozen Yoo-hoo

Now who knew a nigga like me was fit for rock and roll

You went against me, you lose, now sit and watch the show

Like Hulu, I used to dream about leavin' the block

Off honest MCin', man, fuck all this drama I’m seein'

Believe it or not, the scoundrels, skeezers and thots

It all goes down in the DM, even your stock

You gotta love it, bitches after me, hassle me by the dozen

If she can’t have me, she ask do I got a brother

I’m pretty so niggas judge me as if I’m not as gutter

But if I feel threatened I’ma definitely make a promise of it

I don’t need nothin', Preme it’s time to cut it

But nowadays I be pressed for time 'cause I’m climbin' up this

Ladder, I started my company, now I’m signin' others

To remind me of when y’all ain’t want me, you gotta love it

You ain’t got to like it, spit it out after you bite it

Won’t stand near me wishing that lightning would strike it

But you’ve gotta love it

Love it

You can’t just ignore it, try to get medicine for it

But admit it, it’s a very catchy chorus

And you’ve gotta love it

Oh, love it

And it’s all for hip-hop, and we all together

I’m in Brooklyn with Talib in the book store

With Macklemore in the thrift shop

And I’m sober, yes, success the only thing causes this high

The rise and fall of the good guy, slash good fly

Man you’ve gotta love this shit

Man I’m just out here tryna follow my dreams, fool

I’m just out here inside of my olive-green coupe

I’m just out here with the next top model tryna swallow my gene pool

My entire gene pool

We under fire, it’s time to get rid of the tension between you

And I, and unify, even if we ain’t cool

Shit, it’s 'bout love at this point

What’s the use of thugs and drugs at this point?

It’s just them killin' us and us killin' us at this point, huh

And it was over nothin', just ran him down and slugged him

I’m goin' out on a limb, tell Danny Brown I love him

Big Sean, I’m behind you, no matter what you do

They gon' have to fuck with me if they decide to fuck with you

Prolly wouldn’t have survived the business if it wasn’t for Kino

Shout out to Ro and Rick, Dro and

Clear Soul Forces, shout out to

Here to get paid, not owe, but to get Os to go in the end

Shout out to Fat 5 and Marv 1, Porter, Twin

Shout out to Tricky, Dove, Oba Rowland

D Twizzy, Deezy and Dub

If anybody sees Obie Trice, make sure you let him know that when he sees me,

it’s love

I learned early, never go to sleep with a grudge

And how easy it is to speak things into the streets and some blood

Shout out to Roc, Tiara, I know your career’s gon' see numbers right out the box

Right on, shout out to

Me and Denaun, wish there was more time to fly out and bond

But, maybe some other time

I just need to make sure that my mother’s fine

I just need to make sure my baby stay rich

Not poor, stay spore, stay color blind

Love, love

And if you comin' at me with hate, you can’t have my rebuttal

I’m too busy makin' sure Ashley straight

I just need to make sure I keep my nigga Chav out of trouble

I just pray that Icewear Vezzo and Peezy stay in them dopeboy rocks

DBCO and dopeboy drops in memory of Dopeboy Rock

Been payin' my dues so long feel like niggas owe me

Get Nas on the phone, how can I help out with my nigga Bodie?

You ain’t got to like it, spit it out after you bite it

Won’t stand near me wishing that lightning would strike it

But you’ve gotta love it

Love it

You can’t just ignore it, try to get medicine for it

But admit it, it’s a very catchy chorus

And you’ve gotta love it

Oh, love it

For love…

Kid Visc, I love you

For love…