No Love
Wanted love ugh
She wanted love ugh
Wanted love
(Mr Tate was right)
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker,had to break it to her
She just need a thug,I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch,and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place,no sad face
Gotta hustle hard,that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real,could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
Gotta move the smartest,can't be no target
Time to wake the city up,cause I feel like I'm the hardest
Ima talk my shit regardless,I came the farthest
Got like 50 different flows,man that's more than your favorite artist
I see you posting them,you ain't never posting me
Really thought you was my friend,well shit silly me
You say got me till the end but you really envy me
Must ain't heard I let you go cause bitch you ain't no friend to me
Balling,yeah I'm balling
Tell a nigga step back, like I'm harden
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her
She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place, no sad face
Gotta hustle hard, that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real, could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
Quick math, what's 3 + 3
That's the same fucking age my little brother died in front of me
Now you understand why these people get no love from me
I try to give my all, I swear to god They just up and leave
Tired of the streets, and I'm tired of the beef
People dying over clout, may they souls Rest In Peace
They won't love you when you here but they'll cry when you deceased
That's why I keep my vision clear cause I can't let them bury me
Awwww ugh
And I can't let them bury me
Ugh awwww ugh
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her
She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place, no sad face
Gotta hustle hard, that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real, could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
(I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate)
She wanted love ugh
Wanted love
(Mr Tate was right)
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker,had to break it to her
She just need a thug,I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch,and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place,no sad face
Gotta hustle hard,that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real,could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
Gotta move the smartest,can't be no target
Time to wake the city up,cause I feel like I'm the hardest
Ima talk my shit regardless,I came the farthest
Got like 50 different flows,man that's more than your favorite artist
I see you posting them,you ain't never posting me
Really thought you was my friend,well shit silly me
You say got me till the end but you really envy me
Must ain't heard I let you go cause bitch you ain't no friend to me
Balling,yeah I'm balling
Tell a nigga step back, like I'm harden
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her
She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place, no sad face
Gotta hustle hard, that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real, could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
Quick math, what's 3 + 3
That's the same fucking age my little brother died in front of me
Now you understand why these people get no love from me
I try to give my all, I swear to god They just up and leave
Tired of the streets, and I'm tired of the beef
People dying over clout, may they souls Rest In Peace
They won't love you when you here but they'll cry when you deceased
That's why I keep my vision clear cause I can't let them bury me
Awwww ugh
And I can't let them bury me
Ugh awwww ugh
She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her
I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her
She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her
She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal
Come from a bad place, no sad face
Gotta hustle hard, that bag chase
You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place
Counterfeit, that bag fake
I be too real, could never hate
I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate
(I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate)
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Writer(s): Jaylen Stocks
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