[Intro: No Love]
Yo we out here, we out here grindin' dawg. This ain't Virginia, this is Carolina
[Hook: No Love & Yung Cub]
Carolina
Where ain't sh** to do but rap
And these f**boi rapbois runnin' they trap
Like they runnin' the trap
See that gun in my lap?
We just pull up, it ain't sh** to do but laugh
[Verse 1: No Love]
I got life in the trunk man I smile at the cops
Weigh it if you want but it's right on the dot
Know alotta youngn's out here wilin' a lot
Those the type a' dummies get violent & shot
Me, I play it cool, I just ride up the block
Serve it to the people take it right to they spot
Baggies on baggies got em tied up in knots
And when I bring em to my b**hes bet I dive in the box
And Mike Tyson the box
Start bitin' the box
Start fightin' the box
But never wifin' the box
It's No Love, give a f** if you like me or not
You love my product & I know you think my rhymin' is hot
I'm like Shawn in 88' providin the rock
I'm like Jay in 96' writin for Pac
I'm like Hov in 01' fightin with Nas
I'm like Jigga right now man this feel like the top
I wake up, see the view, it remind me that I made it
On my job & never touched an application
b**h, hate it
Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh
b**h, hate it
I was appointed the man
& ever since my biggest fear was dissapointin' a fan
See I'm reppin' for my town, even if it do s**
We the only ones can say it cuz that's where we grew up
& they just won't hire
So we just get higher
Then we cruise around the city just lookin' to do stuff
There ain't sh** to do!
Wonder why we do d**?!
I stopped at smokin, most of ya moved up
No activties for couples wonder why the two f**?
Most of the youth stuck, nuff' to chuck ya food up
Gotta lie, cheat, steal & hate to catch a f**in break
I guess that's just American fate
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Yung Cub]
Head home, see my city rock bottom
Got 3 kids, no job, no problem
New J's, you got em'
It ain't hard to spot em'
Hometown heroes yeah they lie in the light
Levels to this sh**, you know that right?
Smile in my face but talk out of spite
Gotta problem? f** it, cuz Tyler loves to fight
Cuz the city ain't got dreams here
Opportunities? Hit the exit, steer clear
We f**ed up, just to cope
Jared pa** the everclear, oh no
I fear that I'll never make it out
Wakin up, cold sweats, can't figure this out
Prom queens, prom kings, drinkin some things
Left the town to find myself
You ain't felt how I felt
I got more than wealth, self worth is priceless
But give me my vices, the drinks just the nicest!
Sleep on us, nah, I don't advise it
This is One Night Only
[Hook] x2