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letra de no love - young m.a

[intro]
you’ve always been a good child
come on, let’s talk
no, mommy
i wasn’t always a good child, mommy
y’all n-ggas think i ain’t come from the bottom, man
oh, y’all think i ain’t still speakin’ that street sh-t?
come on, man
f-ck the streets, man
the streets don’t love us

[verse 1]
and we livin’ to die
for my fam, man, i’m willin’ to die
that image of my brother layin’ dead is still in my mind
you can see the pain still in my eyes
that smile you see me with, man, that sh-t a disguise
i ain’t happy, n-gga
ain’t sh-t sweet (no)
seein’ a young black man goin’ six feet (d-mn)
oh, you a tough n-gga (oh, you tough)
but you ten deep
i got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (p-ssy)
street math, blood (huh)
got no time for beef, i’m chasin’ the bag, blood (huh)
left my opps in the past, blood
ain’t no bad blood (nah)
i just got three eyes open, one in the back, blood (huh)
just in case these n-ggas get out of character (grrr)
i’m runnin’ from police, hoppin’ the banister (we out)
i’m takin’ risks from my mother just to take care of her (i love you, mom)
and you could call me a dyk-, but n-ggas were scared of her (they was scared)
i swear my heart colder than the winter in canada (huh)
that’s why i carry the heater
used to drink the hennessy by the liter
i used to be at blue crib weighin’ and baggin’ the weed up (bag it)
stuff the pack in the box and brief a little bit in my sneaker
posted up in the vc, seein’ the ds try to creep up just to har-ss us
just to be d-ckheaded b-st-rds
searchin’ 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 goin’ backwards
life a b-tch, man, i swear every n-gga done smashed her
sometimes i hate that b-tch with a p-ssion
i believe in real life
y’all n-ggas believe what y’all read in the captions
we ain’t tweetin’, i ain’t preachin’
man, we really in action
nothin’ change, still quick to crack the egg in ya basket
motherf-cker

[chorus]
ain’t no love in the streets
f-ck you if you ain’t f-ckin’ with me
all that love that you showin’, that mean nothin’ to me
i don’t trust n-ggas, n-ggas be plottin’ and schemin’
really tryna rock you to sleep
like why they hate a n-gga for no reason?
why they hate a n-gga for no reason?
is it because the money bustin’ out the seams?
i swear there’s no love in these streets
ain’t no love in these—

[verse 2]
uh, i couldn’t thank my momma enough (thank you)
she’s the reason i don’t give up
she the reason i’m tough (i love you, ma)
she the reason if a b-tch leave me, i don’t give a f-ck (nn)
’cause a b-tch is just a b-tch and a nut is just a nut
these hoes choose it (huh)
this world is full of fake and confusion (facts)
i’m just married to money and committed to music (facts)
real n-ggas still exist, i’m one of the few who can prove it (facts)
loyalty nowadays is just a painted illusion
crazy you can have heat with the same n-gga you cool with
uh, end up shootin’ the same n-gga you shoot with (grrr)
moral of the story, man, watch who you move with
’cause that jealousy ain’t nothin’ to fool with (uh, uh)
man, they left my brother dead on a pavement (on that pavement)
the same n-ggas he would hang with and bang with (what the f-ck)
and we claimin’ this gang sh-t (what?)
that’s why i keep the glock when i’m sleepin’
’cause i don’t even trust the n-ggas i eat with

- young m a

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