Lloyd Banks - No Love lyrics

hand full of haters know wen i stop em surviver of close calls though im feelin like d**hs knockin insides numb thank god for music my heads rockin wasnt for that id be lost now racen against the clock n i can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin foul is your secret want me down on the cement talent found ima keep it my brothers keeper keepin my head above the water lifes a b**h beggin but i got nothin for her slaughter, b**hes outta orderr from my ora i need my angel to come when i call her and save the baller rock sporter gimme floor space, imma need a stupid flip theres money cars b**hes n j**els to get, lets do this sh**t 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 im just as nice as anyone that wore the crown livin my dream keep wat u think, dont 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 n better tours n chedda toss my work bodies like a shotti let off in the party pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody yu send ya b**h to line me yu gon lose ya bonnie he no/know rude awakening yu find me w the ruger round me r i p my n***a ima see ya wen i see ya im holden 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 im done theyll be no love no love no love they aint no more left dam pops i miss yu ill see yu wen iget there wish i can tell u yu were right kuz u aint missin sh** here fans turned on me never thought itd be this weird guess they thought i wouldnt keep up look how i switch gears swung the last ten imma k** em the next 6 years tryna block the pain w the liquor my n***a sick scared r i p to roster, salute w the choppuh remember us young boys too loose of the vodka smoken like i smoke now, now its part of my intro same sh** that we used to brush offs 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 yu i got the block poppin, big a** rock coppin g throwin and top droppin, jus know wen the cops watchen these n***as will not stop him, struggle to find a way from birds eye jockin im puffin a dime a day