Need Love Too

Gangstas need love too. A love story about a man the block already made up its mind about, and a girl at the coffee shop who never asks the wrong question. He parks two streets over. Lyrics ---------- Yeah They swear we made of concrete Still got a pulse under the vest Little bell on the door And my whole armor check I push the glass like I push a deadline Bell go ding, and the block go quiet She ask “the usual?” like she sat in my circle I been eating dirt, she been painting purple Steam wand hissing while my phone keep ringing Two different wars in the same little building Chain talk money, her apron talk minimum She write my name on the cup like it might mean something I used to count doors I ain’t supposed to open Now I count her shift like a verse I been holding Park two streets over so the whip don’t witness Hard in the street, in here I look innocent She don’t scan me like the law do She scan me like a menu — “you look like you need this” I keep the ice on, she keep the heat on I talk in codes, she talk in sweet songs Don’t tell the homies I been clocking her window Gangsta need love too, she don’t even know Gangstas need love too Need a hand that don’t shake when the sirens move She pour it slow, I sip it true Cute in the cup, but the bass still rude Gangstas need love too Corner to the counter, I still choose you Don’t need a throne, just a booth for two Hard on the block, soft when she say “you good?” She remember black, two sugars like a prayer she learned I remember every scar, she remember if the foam burned Extra tip like hush money for the face I wear She think I’m just a regular with expensive air Homies talk work, I talk “she off at eight” They laugh like I’m slipping, I laugh like I’m late She don’t know the weight I carry in the waist She just know the window seat and I never waste Used to move work, now I move my pride aside She offer pastry, I want her on the ride Little bell hit different when her hand is on it World stay winter, she make the mug feel honest I been a rumor with a heartbeat She been a quiet that I can’t beat I keep the ice on, she keep the heat on I talk in codes, she talk in sweet songs Don’t tell the homies I been clocking her window Gangsta need love too, and she softening the lock Gangstas need love too Need a hand that don’t shake when the sirens move She pour it slow, I sip it true Cute in the cup, but the bass still rude Gangstas need love too Corner to the counter, I still choose you Don’t need a throne, just a booth for two Hard on the block, soft when she say “you good?” I ain’t writing poems, I’m writing numbers in a book She write my name on ceramic like I might belong If the block ever ask, I was grabbing lunch Truth is I was grabbing peace I ain’t had in months She don’t need my stories She just need me present And that might be the hardest thing I ever been Gangstas need love too Yeah Have a nice day …I will now #NeedLoveToo #Trap #HipHop #Rap #LoveSong #UndergroundHipHop