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No Love For A Thug

 

No Love For A Thug

(álbum: Pistolz & Pearlz - 2023)


I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy
Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word
I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it
I'm going through changes, you better know where you aiming
You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from
Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

I'm pushing violence, but really I just need a hug
I wanna feel wanted and not taken advantage of
Like, seriously, I'm wondering, is there no love for a thug?
Do anybody got a soft spot for a menace?
I know I met her at the club, 'cause I put my heart in it
I've been looking for a way out this world, done giving
I had a serious conversation with my dawg Lil' Shimmy
He said "It's impossible to catch thirty bodies in a month"
The streets done changed, it ain't the same, the way you are killing
And do not hate me, on this shit, just say "Just smoke a blunt"
I told Shimmy I can't tell, I think we going to hell anyways
I turned to demon just recently, you was what I should just face
I ain't the person I'm put out to be
The streets done changed me, it's too late, I got too far from me
The fake love sour me, it chew me up, spit me out, devour me
I'm fucked up

I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy
Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word
I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it
I'm going through changes, you better know where you aiming
You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from
Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

Looking back on love, the only thing make life worth living
I don't wanna do no more of this shit without you, Mickey
I know you happy now, am I selfish for wanting you to miss me?
Why must I always gotta walk around, fucking shit up?
Am I only tryna distract you now, 'cause you in love?
Confuse you and misuse you, just like I've always done
You became a strong black woman, and me, I'm still a chump
Telling these lil' bitches anything to let me fuck
Been paying attention to everything, when shit was us
Wouldn't be surprised, I see a wedding ring in a couple of months
Try to snap my fingers, you ain't come running away, you used to jump
And then you told me I was having a baby, I'm like "Hold on, what?
Is it too late to get rid of? I mean, congratulations, Lord
I know you gon' be the best mother to your son"
We watched each other grow up, you hate how I'm always in some jump
Rolled every time, rolled every big, rolled every single one
You say you just don't know what it is, must be voodoo or something
'Cause it always be some shit, no matter how good I've done
And now I just bought a whole strip, my hoes know where I'm from
And now they saying they found fentanyl in my cup
Crackers tryna set me up, niggas tryna wet me up
My dawg been on a lacking spree, his mama died from vaccine
My other dawgs, they hating, like Kim, remember, I was ski'd up, black tee
I told 'em if I was dead broke, flat like Kee is, I'd still be out that backseat, like

I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy
Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word
I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it
I'm going through changes, you better know where you aiming
You better know where you came in, you better know where I came from
Sometimes the hate get 'em famous, but I'm in love with this paper

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