The City (Freestyle)

Yeah, ahem Look Ain't no love in the city Why you think it's always fucked up and shitty In my town everybody tryna f*ck up the city Well congratulations, oaks, y'all really fucked up the city Some of it is a pity, you fool Mr. T would probably get me I'm the king, believe it or not, I am not Ripley I don't give a shit, I know I am too litty For all the f*ck-shit, y'all should ketch up with me 'Cause this hot-dog sauced up with the mustard Y'all still vibing and rocking with all the little all the little suckers Lotta y'all on sucker shit, while shawty tryna suck my dick And I am down, long as shawty make me fall in love and shit But I could never love a bitch as long as she from Gabs A heart is something that nobody in this city has I call Gabs "Blade City" 'cause this city a stab Whether ke mapantsola, or that slit in the back Backstabbers, backed 'em back, turned my back back and Moved forward, looked forward, never tracked backwards I don't need to vent to a friend, I have my backwoods But the gang still tied, Frnce mad backed-up Fronting niggas, fronting bitches, better back-back up If you infiltrating my energy, better pack up I don't need that baggage, I am tryna get my bag up If it doesn't push my passion then that shit a slack-up Damn, I'm lekker Sorry, got carried away back to the matter If that matter don't matter to my matters it don't matter Soul food and food for thought, are my favorite platters I don't feed on shit that's as typical as these rappers I don't talk to typical bitches, f*ck what's her status Still yet to find another that's up to my standard If she a standard bitch, I keep the shit standard Hit me up only to hit it, 'cause I'm no chatter Bitches ain't shit for real, a simple fact, love Your shawty still gon' do whatever behind your back, bruv While you thinking she got your back, when her back snapped up With another 'cause he racked up, or 'cause he handsome These bitches be way more filtered than that Snapchat stuff That is why I'm only committed to getting cash up When I am committed, I give it all that I have, love So why give it my everything when we probably won't last, love When I've got something, and everything else that I have going on Gotta stay focused, I'm in the trap, love Got a lot to deal with, why you think I'm always danked up I got love for my city, I'll always rep Ma-Geba As I love, I won't front to myself about no "back-love" Funny how in the city they pull up with that front Like they got my back, they capping, still they're hats' off Every time I rap, my punchline knock your cap off Ugh! Most of y'all truly lost my respect You whack niggas in the game got the people upset Ironic niggas like- (ugh!) -tainted the word "lekhete" Wouldn't be shocked if you rocked with Ozi, le rata "lerete" And Ban-T, mxm! Nah, f*ck giving 'em clout 'Cause these niggas ain't about what they're spitting about I'm undoubtedly taking over, while you're still in doubt If your favorite rappers heard me, know they feeling my sound Every day that I wake up It's time to get this cake up My mind is locked on getting the bag 'Cause I ain't gon' live forever All that other shit's whatever F*ck whoever got a problem Frnce Look, I need bae to give that cake up To me we gotta make love 'Cause it ain't love in the heart of Gabs When you love, they gon' think that you're silly 'Cause, ain't no love in the heart of the city, for real Ain't no love, in the heart of the city, yeah, yeah Ain't no love, in the heart of town I said, ain't no love, in the heart of the city, yeah Ain't no love, in the heart of town Ain't no love, in the heart of the city, yeah I said, ain't no love, in the heart of town Look, ain't no love, in the heart of the city, yeah, yeah-yeah Ain't no love, in the heart of town