NovA (Producer) - LNIA lyrics

[Verse1] Last week I learned that ...I don't really have a heart though I scar hoes, and leave then leave em'.. running to the numbers like a bar code... I start blows and keep chiefing… I'mma always be up in my star mode… They start acts and deceive me… Well i'mma run that mothaf**a off road..yup! I don't…. mess with them n***as, them n***as is always looking for the wrong path I'm gone… k** em all, leave the dead bodies laying, say you messing with wrong man It's the rainman, hoe... I ain't really doing sh** but making all this music in the long span… And I hate these hoes... They ain't f**ing with a n***a, you ain't even listen to the song, man? I live this sh**, I see it? Try to tell myself I didn't need it… And now man this sh** is like a drug with a never ending plug, so i'm really getting greedy People think i'm finally getting snug, with the bottles and the love, but I never do drink it, yup And if everybody round you fake, and you know they fake, do that make you any realer I guess I been spending all my time, tryna f** hoes Getting money throwing dollars at the front row… Leave my old girls crying at the front door… Ain't no reason for n***as trying to stunt though… Like yahh? Just remember that them boys always tryna-tryna catch yo a** slipping You gone be Jordan, then Pippen Turn around for a split second then they see you finished my n***a? [Verse2] Living in the city going cray… yup n***as drop bodies ey day?… yup But ey day tryna be melee pay day, tryna get it each and every way…yup But my n***a never do leave, I ain't really bout that life, but they always are fiending Bloodlust all up at the night time, with the right guys, prolly turn yo nice a** to a demon That's how it is though, people put knives to your back and expect you to jump in they lap But they really wanna slit throats, if they be up in my path then I prolly get buck on they a** Wanna know if it's a sick joke? I don't know, but if it is, then I laugh, make them b**h n***as cry to crib When they try and they trip and they drip two pops, when I pop and they lie to they friend What type of friend are you… Do you ride at the night time? Or leave it to the friendly cops when they fight crime? Even though when I drive in my own neighbourhood they be tryna look at me and do a pat down… Like I got a f**ing crackhouse, please, please, stop tripping… Cause I don't really fight, I don't really need to, you don't wanna meet my n***as… And i'm still by myself, even when I got some help Even when i'm all alone, I do it all, i never fell Thinking since these n***as love me now, guess everything is good… Then I pulled my middle finger out said don't come to my hood, MAAN fu*k THESE ni**aS