No Love

[Intro]
(I said, "Ayo Colin")
(Colin Kamari)
Oh-oh, oh

[Chorus]
Most of my niggas, they came from the struggle, we tryna eat
Young nigga winning, I came from the streets
I need some bands, five hundred a week
Playing with me, you end up on a t-shirt
Shawty want me, I don't need her
She getting low, now her knees hurt
Now her knees hurt

[Verse 1]
Young nigga winning, we came from the slums, what you know about it?
Some of my niggas they toting on guns, they gon' write about it
I done seen niggas and they selling drugs and they ran off on the plug
If you ain’t show me no love back then, I cannot show you no love
Shawty wan' give me hug, but she a dub, I'm just really tryna fuck
Sippin' on drank out the cup, we selling gas, we tryna run it up
My brother, he slept in the trap, selling the pack, he was tryna fuck it up
My brodie he sipping on Act,' and that's a fact, now he don’t know how to act
Young nigga hit from the back, I break her back out, pull her traps
I'm finna cash out, all in Saks, I'm finna buy my mom a Gucci bag, nah, nah
I wanna buy my brodie a lil' Wraith, I wanna buy the whole gang a place
Fuck nigga, you ain't safe, nah, nah
Double G, that's the gang, I never change, nah
Don't give a fuck bout a bitch
If she wanna leave, then she lost her place, nah
Flex on my ex every chance that I get
Fucked that lil' ho, she did me and the set
I did some things in the past I regret
Playing with me, on your head that's a check, nah

[Chorus]
Most of my niggas, they came from the struggle, we tryna eat
Young nigga winning, I came from the streets
I need some bands, five hundred a week
Playing with me, you end up on a t-shirt
Shawty want me, I don't need her
She getting low, now her knees hurt
Now her knees hurt

[Verse 2]
Down bad, last year, ain't nobody fucking with me or the gang
Now I pull up, niggas knowing my name
My bitch cheated on me every which way, oh
I think I'm going insane
Is you with me or you lookin' for fame?
Shawty fuck with me, the same night
Turned around and gave my dawg a lil' brain
My brother he stuck in the field, where everybody tryna kill
I might go crack me a lil' seal, from all the pain that I feel
Why the fuck they keep on talking? You ain't 'bout it why you gawking?
Late night we gone spark it, couple shooters and they 'bout it
I got the drop on your spot, a rock in your head and your ass gone get gone
Niggas talking, but they singing my songs
Bossed up, feeling like Corleone
My niggas gone go hard
Playing with me get you gone, that chopper take your soul, now

[Chorus]
Most of my niggas, they came from the struggle, we tryna eat
Young nigga winning, I came from the streets
I need some bands, five hundred a week
Playing with me, you end up on a t-shirt
Shawty want me, I don't need her
She getting low, now her knees hurt
Now her knees hurt

[Outro]
Oh-oh
Turn a new page every day
Flexin' on these fuck niggas
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