Jerm - No Love lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Hand full of haters Know when I stop 'em survivor of close calls though I'm feelin' like d**hs knockin' Insides numb Thank God for music my head's rockin' Wasn't for that I'd be lost now, racin' against the clock And I can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin' foul is your secret Want me down on the cement talent found I'mma keep it My brothers keeper Keepin' my head above the water Life's a b**h beggin' but I got nothin' for her Slaughter, b**hes outta order from my ora I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller Rock sporter gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip Theres money, cars b**hes and j**els to get, let's do this sh** Look how my music hits, I got that loud on Sour diesel in a cloud gone get ya style torn Heart crosses for body losses Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown Livin' my dream keep what you think, don't spoil it now I can sense the hate before the frown ya born a clown Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors The mac bridge she get across I met her jaws 5 star flaws and better tours and chedda toss My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody You send ya b**h to line me you gon' lose ya Bonnie He no/know rude awakening you find me with the ruger round me [Hook: Lloyd Banks] R.I.P my n***a ima see ya wen I see ya Im holdin it down here n n***as still tryna be ya but But theyll never be another crew like us Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush And till the day I'm dust Theyll be no love No love No love They ain't no more left [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Damn pops I miss you I'll see you wen I get there Wish I can tell you you were right 'cuz you ain't missin' sh** here Fans turned on me never thought it'd be this weird Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears Swung the last ten I'mma k** em the next 6 years Tryna block the pain with the liquor my n***a sick scared R.I.P. to Roster, salute with the chopper Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka Smokin' like I smoke now, now it's part of my intro Same sh** that we used to brush off hard on my mental Beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil They been borrowin' a while now, countin' the years I lent you I got the block poppin, big a** rock coppin' G throwin' and top droppin, just know when the cops watchin' These n***as will not stop him, struggle to find a way From birds eye jockin' I'm puffin' a dime a day [Hook]