Not A Love Song

[Intro]
My love and my touch
Up above, is made with the warmth of my

[Verse 1: Prince Jefe]
On the road, I don't care 'bout no mixtape
My young nigga sixteen, chop a brick like a sensei
Catch me different states, nigga, not in a bitch face
Sellin' concrete, fiends like when the shit gray
Pass me the blick if you know you gon' hesitate
Bitch from the projects, she look like Ella Mai
I whip out the Pyrex, stir it, then make it shake
Walkin' out of Golden Sun, I had too many rainy days
I get plenty cars, get us out the streets
I lost plenty dogs, now it's all on me, uh
Blood, sweat, and tears, this shit ain't come easy
Streets ain't the same without me, they need me

[Verse 2: StanWill]
He was a loose screw 'til I put the hammer to him
Nike Tech off the Goose coat how the scammers do it
Fuck a love song, bitch, this some scammer music
In the club rich than a bitch, all the dancers knew it
They said they won't stab you in the back, but I bet they will
I don't pop his nugget with this bitch, bet you Jefe will
Failed English, on the MSR, could write an essay still
Thought it was a yerky, sold his goofy ass a headache pill
I got the code cracked, I know the gameplan
Made a couple dollars, but I promise I'm the same Stan
Smack down with your bitch, get your main slammed
Got it cloudy in the club, the strippers call me Rain Man

[Verse 3: TrDee]
One of one, baby, I cannot be duplicated
Hall of fame capper, man, your whole life fabricated
You had a shot, but you fucked up and hesitated
Wanna join the gang, but you don't shit like you constipated
He ain't got no motion, niggas motionless
I can teach you something 'bout the game, I be coachin' it
I can see the goal, fourth and two, gotta go for it
Hoes suck dick, why these niggas doing most of it?
If you don't think I'm sweet, then you can't comprehend
He remember walking down your man, sent him off a Xan'
First, you gotta go get you a teammate, come up with a plan
Stick to the code and in the end, bitch, I'm splittin' bands

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Stick to the code, stick with your bros
Ain't got shit for a bitch, only dick for the hoes
In my pocket, dog shit, on my hip, it's a pole
Only goal that I got is get rich 'fore I'm old

[Verse 5: Prince Jefe]
From a tenth to an O, pimp to these hoes
I used to hit licks when I was broke, not no more
If you hold it down, you get anything you want
You can keep the backend if I can't come with the pole

[Outro]
My love and my touch
Up above, is made with the warmth of my
My love and my touch