No Love

You can't forget how they treated you when you was down
Cause they gone wait till you at the top to come around

But you can't show no love thats how the trenches be
He got hung in the streets for the treachery
They say Jroc the man of the century
I'm the one that you niggas pretend to be
They say that I'm built for this industry
And all these niggas claim they kin to me
They say that they can hear the real in me
They hear me I don't think they feeling me

They hear how I get on these tracks and be spazzing just like its magic
Catch a flight and now I'm back in LA just like I'm Magic
Hit the club and then we bounce to the Bay we really been having
I been had a bad bitch it's crazy you think that I get it from rapping
And just cause I'm snapping don't think this shit sweet cause then we get to clapping
And I know some savage if I tell em pull up you gone fold like a napkin
And where I come from we don't do no laughing
I'm from the P so you know that we gagging we gone wrap em in plastic
Send em a P of this fantastic it ain't no cut no elastic
Cause we ain't getting this shit from no plug we growing this shit in the attic
Back in the day they ain't show me love but now that they see I ain't average
They all in my mentions and tryna get pictures and they tryna copy the fashion
They tryna copy the wave they peep my ethic I work like a slave
I peep how you did me back in the day but I promise to take that to the grave
There was times I was stuck in a cage but I made it through this shit I was brave
Watch yo top cause you might catch a shave ain't no detention you better behave

But you can't show no love thats how the trenches be
He got hung in the streets for the treachery
They say Jroc the man of the century
I'm the one that you niggas pretend to be
They say that I'm built for this industry
And all these niggas claim they kin to me
They say that they can hear the real in me
They hear me I don't think they feeling me
But you can't show no love thats how the trenches be
He got hung in the streets for the treachery
They say Jroc the man of the century
I'm the one that you niggas pretend to be
They say that I'm built for this industry
And all these niggas claim they kin to me
They say that they can hear the real in me
They hear me I don't think they feeling me

And I been catching plays like a week still ain't been to bed got no sleep
Still ain't changed the shoes on my feet still ain't got a single thing to eat
But I don't give a damn I gotta eat niggas know me I be in the street
Prolly catch me sliding with the heat prolly catch me sliding with some meat
Or prolly catch me sliding with the bros got what you need and we got it for low
Tutt gone pull up with a whole lotta hoes Mack got the cam so they strike a pose
The niggas thats with me they strapped like Girbaurds
They wiping yo nose so don't get to close these niggas ain't really yo bros

But you can't show no love thats how the trenches be
He got hung in the streets for the treachery
They say Jroc the man of the century
I'm the one that you niggas pretend to be
They say that I'm built for this industry
And all these niggas claim they kin to me
They say that they can hear the real in me
They hear me I don't think they feeling me