No Love
Off in these streets realize man it ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
Man let me tell you about these fake ass friend
Swear it's all love and they'll ride to the end
Til' it all falls down, when the law come around
They be spilling out there mouth have you off in the pin
Watch who you jug with, watch who you trusting
Don't get too close to these bitches, they bugging
Showing your hiding spot, someone might kick in your door with them choppers
And leave you with nothing
Fuck them, everybody wants a free ride
Everybody wants to be around you when your on the rise
Everybody want the money, everybody want the fame
And they want to go to heaven but nobody wants to die
That's why every time you see on my side I got that fire
I know a lot of really good men lost lives
RIP to my dawgs, I'ma represent for life
Watching over me, I know you looking down from the sky
Young Mista Bonez man I'm speaking the truth
The dope game, the rap game, whatever you do
Just know that there's snakes in the grass only after that cash
And they don't give a fuck about you
Young Mista Bonez man I'm speaking the truth
The dope game, the rap game, whatever you do
Just know that there's snakes in the grass only after that cash
And they don't give a fuck about you
Off in these streets realize man it ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
Bad mouthing me behind my back
You and I was both in the trap
I kept it real and always had your back
Never ran from guns, for fun we busted gats
When you called me dawg who was there for you
Breaking bread, we always shared clothes and food
Now you're hating cause I'm way ahead of you
You must be insane you think I'm faking dude
Cause my flows cold I know I run the game
When I go, I blow, explode, and numb your brain
You ain't know, we sold the Os and tote them thangs
When hit them I get them and fill them with novocain
Man I think I'm going crazy, I'm just trying to maintain
Why I put my family and my money over everything
They want to put an end to me because they envy me
You ain't a friend to me, you turned to enemy, I never changed
See that I'm coming up, suddenly mad at me
Murder the competition systematically
I'm trying to regulate, they trying to escalate
Situation going to end up in tragedy
See that I'm coming up, suddenly mad at me
Murder the competition systematically
I'm trying to regulate, they trying to escalate
Situation going to end up in tragedy
Fuck
Off in these streets realize man it ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
Man let me tell you about these fake ass friend
Swear it's all love and they'll ride to the end
Til' it all falls down, when the law come around
They be spilling out there mouth have you off in the pin
Watch who you jug with, watch who you trusting
Don't get too close to these bitches, they bugging
Showing your hiding spot, someone might kick in your door with them choppers
And leave you with nothing
Fuck them, everybody wants a free ride
Everybody wants to be around you when your on the rise
Everybody want the money, everybody want the fame
And they want to go to heaven but nobody wants to die
That's why every time you see on my side I got that fire
I know a lot of really good men lost lives
RIP to my dawgs, I'ma represent for life
Watching over me, I know you looking down from the sky
Young Mista Bonez man I'm speaking the truth
The dope game, the rap game, whatever you do
Just know that there's snakes in the grass only after that cash
And they don't give a fuck about you
Young Mista Bonez man I'm speaking the truth
The dope game, the rap game, whatever you do
Just know that there's snakes in the grass only after that cash
And they don't give a fuck about you
Off in these streets realize man it ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
Bad mouthing me behind my back
You and I was both in the trap
I kept it real and always had your back
Never ran from guns, for fun we busted gats
When you called me dawg who was there for you
Breaking bread, we always shared clothes and food
Now you're hating cause I'm way ahead of you
You must be insane you think I'm faking dude
Cause my flows cold I know I run the game
When I go, I blow, explode, and numb your brain
You ain't know, we sold the Os and tote them thangs
When hit them I get them and fill them with novocain
Man I think I'm going crazy, I'm just trying to maintain
Why I put my family and my money over everything
They want to put an end to me because they envy me
You ain't a friend to me, you turned to enemy, I never changed
See that I'm coming up, suddenly mad at me
Murder the competition systematically
I'm trying to regulate, they trying to escalate
Situation going to end up in tragedy
See that I'm coming up, suddenly mad at me
Murder the competition systematically
I'm trying to regulate, they trying to escalate
Situation going to end up in tragedy
Fuck
Off in these streets realize man it ain't no love
Thinking that your homie got your back but who gone really show up
When you in this game you got to understand it's all about trust
In a world so cold it goes to show that there ain't no love
There ain't no love
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Writer(s): Torrance Brossette
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