(Ain't no love here, n***a ain't no love here)
(no love)
[Verse1:7Cree]
Now don't expect for me to play it cool
Been in the Jeffrey Manor since grammar school (way back)
100th and Yates where n***as bust shots by the bus stop
Better be from this block or get off at another bus stop
Cause ain't no love here
Just gun smoke and bullet fragments
Dread heads saggin' thirsty for the trigger action
Seem its a n***as pa**ion, roll up on some n***as lackin'
No lip smackin' just shots fired and you know what happen
That gun fire is more common than the birds chirpin'
You hear that car skirtin' then that automatic t**n'
(Damn, damn) Now her child dancing with the stars
Growing up here is so hard I bet it change who you are
Same n***as yellin' squad will put the hands in ya jar
Take yo cookies and snitch on you, now yo a** behind bars
Gotta watch out for the serpents Lurkin' no lie
But If you a real a** n***a than you outta recognize
[Hook1:7Cree]
Better recognize, recognize, recognize
That girl ain't yo girl and that n***a ain't yo guy
Better recognize recognize, open up yo eyes
Pay attention to the lies n***a
Don't trust these hoes, keep yo eyes on yo friends
Same n***as claim they got you, be plotting on yo end
Better recognize recognize recognize
(little n***a!)
These streets don't love you love you
Man them n***as ain't yo friends
(Man them n***as ain't yo friends)
Man them b**hes don't love you love you
n***a in the end
(Know that, know that)
Ain't no love here, n***a ain't no love here
(repeat3x)
No love, no love, no love
[Verse2:7Cree]
It seem like the same n***as who claim they gotcha'
Be the main ones that deserve a "Oscar"
Look at these n***as and you see the puppet strings
They claim they married to the streets but the streets don't wear the ring
Yet they give it everything and end up stretched out on the pavement
n***as snitchin' on they own for a small payment
What you n***as still looking for love in these streets fo'?
A bunch of Clown fishes still looking for "Nemo" (naw)
[Hook1]
[Verse2:Cee-Stacks]
Now I can give a f** about another n***a
Growing up they always said I was a money getta'
Momma taught me f** em' Granny taught me get'em
And runnin' through the streets taught me I should keep a pistol
And keep my distance from these f** n***as
I don't trust n***as, spot'em up at anytime that's a jump shot n***a
Steph Curry with the pump, droppin' tre's with the trigger
These n***as with the rats like they name was "Stuart Little"
And I can never feel 'em pillow talkin' with these b**hes
Man I can't even kiss 'em and they ballin fo' these b**hes
Man I won't even diss 'em
Cause I'm focused on my money and they never help me get it
The streets cold hearted, show no love if you don't get it
Cause a n***a will get you a sentence
When you go from broke to stacking money winnin'
Its best to keep yo distance fo' you come up missin'
Either go and get yours or become a victim
Cause its cut-throat the n***as with you
Just might say somethin' when you jammed up
Get you blammed up
It's get that money first understand that
If you real n***a you gone have to run this back (Huh)
[Hook1]