No Love (feat. MTG Ghost)

Ayy, cello, this shit crazy What up, T
Screamin' Red Rum
Yeah, It ain't no love in the lil' city that I Come from Body after body, Got them youngyins screamin' Red Rum
Lil' bitch book smart, But I call her stupid Cause her head dumb, Good za hittin hard, Man, I damn near coughed up a lung

I'm not the two, three, four, five lil' bitch, I'm the one and Ain't shit sweet, But I swear we stack the Honey bun
Man, I done came a long way from makin' Niggas run, Used to talk shit all day, I'm like, Fuck it, Put it in a song
It ain't peer pressure when I'm pushin' Pressure, Handin ' out them testers
TT don't know what I be into, Cause I don't Be tryna stress her

Out in Whitewater, I made 20k every Semester Last opp spoke out, Left this world On a stretcher
Pablo told me go out there and get it, Nigga You my son
Fuckin with lil' bro, like, move over, let me Drop this one
So much blood on my shoes, it look like I'm rockin' Christian

BlueFaces in my pocket like I fuck around With Chrisean
Cruisin' down the Rich County like they gon' Do me wrong
Loose leaf with the white bitch and a Crackin' phone
Uh, uh, almost forgot that

Nigga tried to swipe my pop, Nigga, I ain't Look back
Whole ones for 50, You ain't know I had a Whole slab
Buss a 36 down by 50, Nigga, Do the math
I was humble, Nigga, I ain't fuck with the Quicksand, Bro

Said fuckin with the lil' boy, You can be a Man
Ain't no love in my city, I ain't believin' that
Cookin' oz's with my bros like my name Dak
Lookin' for plugs in every state like I ain't Comin' back

Tryna run seven states with them Falcons Like Micheal Vick
Told bro that streets ain't it you better find Yo niche
But that's the one I call every time you gotta Fight the switch
Niggas fallin' off, Tryna come up on quick Licks

Ain't no love in my city, You can fuck around And get hit Bitch



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Writer(s): Malik Mayfield
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