No Love

(album: Herstory In The Making - 2019)

You've always been a good child
Come on, let's talk

No, Mommy
I wasn't always a good child, Mommy
Y'all niggas think I ain't come from the bottom, man
Oh y'all think I ain't still speaking that street shit?
Come on, man
Fuck the streets, man
The streets don't love us

And we living to die
For my fam, man, I'm willing to die
And that image of my brother laying dead is still in my mind
You can see the pain still in my eyes
That smile you see me with, man, that shit a disguise
I ain't happy, nigga
Ain't shit sweet, seeing a young black man going six feet
Oh you a tough, nigga
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep
Street math, blood
Got no time for beef, I'm chasing the bag, blood
Left my opps in the past, blood
Ain't no bad blood
I got three eyes open, one in the back, blood
Just in case these niggas get out of character
I'm running from police, hopping the banister
I'm taking risks from my mother just to take care of her
And you could call me a dyke but niggas were scared of her
I swear my heart colder than the winter in Canada
That's why I carry the heater
Used to drink the Hennessey by the liter
I used to be at Blue crib weighing and bagging the weed up
Stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
Posted up in the V seeing the D's try to creep up just to harass us
Just to be dickheaded bastards
Searching the car, tryna trap us
But can't prove that we trappers
Never went to church 'cause I believe in God not a pastor
Yeah, the devil work but God work faster
I seen my brother go from human to Casper
From a bed to a casket
Tryna move on but it's like my life going backwards
Life a bitch, man, I swear every nigga done smashed her
Sometimes I hate that bitch with a passion
I believe in real life
Y'all niggas believe what y'all read in the captions
We ain't tweeting, I ain't preaching
Man, we really in action
Nothing change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket
Muthafucker

Ain't no love in the streets
Fuck you if you ain't fuckin with me
All that love that you showing, that mean nothing to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plotting and scheming
Really tryna rock you to sleep
Like why the hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money busting out the seams
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these

I couldn't thank my momma enough
She's the reason I don't give up
She the reason I'm tough
She the reason if a bitch leave me I don't give a fuck
'Cause a bitch is just a bitch and a nut is a nut
These hoes choose it
This world is full of fake and confusion
I'm just married to money and committed to music
Real niggas still exist, I'm one of the few who can prove it
Loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
Crazy you can have heat with the same nigga you cool with
End up shooting the same nigga you shoot with
Moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
'Cause that jealousy ain't nothing to fool with
Man, they left my brother dead on that pavement
The same niggas he would hang with and bang with
And we claiming this gang shit
That's why I keep the Glock when I'm sleeping
'Cause I don't even trust the niggas I eat with

Ain't no love in the streets
Fuck you if you ain't fuckin with me
All that love that you showing, that mean nothing to me
I don't trust niggas, niggas be plotting and scheming
Really tryna rock you to sleep
Like why the hate a nigga for no reason?
Why they hate a nigga for no reason?
Is it because the money busting out the seams
I swear there's no love in these streets
Ain't no love in these