Pros

(Wake up, Incognito) I don't want no love, don't want nobody else. These hoes don't care about me, they're caring for themselves I think she lost her mind, lil bitch might need some help And I didn't choose this life, these are the cards I'm dealt Fuckin' with my mental, tell me what you get me into. I don't trust none of these niggas, that's why I keep me a pistol I always stand on business, feel like Rick when he a pickle You lost me when you said that you don't know, don't got no signal Tell me what you in for When I'm all alone, I don't even let my twin know She tryna f*ck on me, but no, I gotta let you go She said that she don't want my love, I leave that to the pros Ain't no back and forth, you a poor sport You gone let them feelings show, no need, I will abort Why you playin' with my love, am I your last resort? No, I don't need no beef, cause this not motorsport