Running Out Of Love
(专辑: Bleu Vandross 3 - 2020)
You know it's a
lot of shit I
don't speak on But this that Bleu Vandross shit, nigga (A$tod, you cooked this?) We finna touch the
motherfucking streets I
think I'm running out of love now I
think I'm running out (Bitch) Stick talk, these niggas know I'm with that stick talk No, I
ain't tired, but I
spent twenty on my exhaust He tried to run them plays on me, he got picked off Interception, T
hold my drink 'cause I
ain't finished flexing I
just bought a
house, I
paid cash for it Streets made me rich, I
never asked for it How the
fuck you 'posed to love me, you don't love yourself? Everybody, they disappeared when I
needed help And grandma told me don't cry, 'cause God got it Gotta believe in myself, you know I'm hardbody Yeah, nigga, I
was raised in the
ghetto No hot water, we couldn't even bathe in the
ghetto, uh They gon' put extension on them K's in the
ghetto Sunny days in the
ghetto Never last, so we hustled to get paid in the
ghetto, yeah Pistol close in hand My lil' homie, he got murdered by his closest man I
know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I
put that on my dead brothers I
beat that pussy from the
back 'cause we used to be lovers Murder for hire, I'm scarred, we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I
think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating, left my niggas in the
slums now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now I
know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I
put that on my dead brothers I
beat that pussy from the
back 'cause we used to be lovers Murder for hire, I'm scarred, we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I
think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating, left my niggas in the
slums now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now (Tell 'em my story) Raindrops falling, bad bitches be calling It's a
drought up in my hood and the
feds keep calling Baby mama on my ass, but the
bread keep calling Pop a
Perky just to make a
nigga head stop throbbing Tell me can you see (Tell me, tell me, you) All this pain in me? (All this pain in me) Tell me, can you see it, can you see it? I
just had a
shootout in the
'partment Four deep in the
Honda, hid my dope in the
compartment (Skrrt) Plus I
got that iron, man, on my Tony Stark shit Hanging in the
alleyway, drug dealing, I
ain't see no better way Streets never loved me Once you turn twenty-five, you an OG, yeah Tinted windows, tryna hide from the
police Tell me, do you wanna see a
young nigga win? I
told you on Investments 3 I
had too many friends Plus every dollar that I
make is gone in the
wind Been tryna talk to God, I
think I
did too many sins And if we spin they block tonight, bet we gon' spin again I
know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I
put that on my dead brothers I
beat that pussy from the
back 'cause we used to be lovers Murder for hire, I'm scarred, we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I
think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating, left my niggas in the
slums now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now I
know these niggas scared of us I'ma get money and I
put that on my dead brothers I
beat that pussy from the
back 'cause we used to be lovers Murder for hire, I'm scarred, we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I
think I'm running out of love now Niggas been hating, left my niggas in the
slums now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now Used to have hoop dreams, but now we selling drugs now