No Love

(Wanted love ugh) (She wanted love ugh) (Wanted love) (Mr Tate was right) She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal Come from a bad place, no sad face Gotta hustle hard, that bag chase You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place Counterfeit, that bag fake I be too real, could never hate I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate Gotta move the smartest, can't be no target Got to wake the city up, cause I feel like I'm the hardest Ima talk my shit regardless, ugh I came the farthest Got like 50 different flows, man that's more than your favorite artist I see you posting them, you ain't never posting me Really thought you was my friend, well shit silly me You say got me till the end but you really envy me Must ain't heard I let you go cause bitch you ain't no friend to me (Balling, yeah I'm balling) (Tell a nigga step back, like I'm harden) She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal Come from a bad place, no sad face Gotta hustle hard , that bag chase You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place Counterfeit, that bag fake I be too real, could never hate I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate Quick math, ugh what's 3 + 3 That's the same fucking age my little brother died in front of me Now you understand why these people get no love from me I try to give my all, I swear to god They just up and leave Tired of the streets, and I'm tired of the beef People dying over clout, may they souls Rest In Peace They won't love you when you here but they'll cry when you deceased That's why I keep my vision clear cause I can't let them bury me (Awwww ugh) (And I can't let them bury me) (Ugh awwww ugh) She wanted Love, I couldn't give it to her I'm a heartless motherfucker, had to break it to her She just need a thug, I couldn't be that for her She can be the baddest bitch, and ima treat her normal Come from a bad place, no sad face Gotta hustle hard , that bag chase You flexing on the gram, but we know you come in last place Counterfeit, that bag fake I be too real, could never hate I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate (I ain't gonna lie I think you killed this Tate)