No Love

People talkin down They don't wanna give me love Give me love  Had to break up from city Dawg I had to live it up Live it up Deez oppas tryna burn me up I needa get a Smith n Wesson  I came in number 1 I overide all my contestants  Everybody slept up on me Homie I was never resting I had to get some coin While all my people steady reppin  I was walking round They hearing semi automatics A killing in my city Swear the 803 is tragic Don't nobody wanna fade  Just get a pole and ask for static  A lotta dirty money Nother body inna casket It's havoc Any time a person catch me in the streets It's some beef  Tryna spray me wit the kay  Came with the 30 and that beam Tryna sell it for a 20 I make 100s in my sleep Vvs' s on my chain A shining T up on my ring And he got a glock now Let pop out If he talk down  150 bullets zipped up in the bag Pull the stock out Took yo shawty off the chair She in the air like a noctowl Couldn't fool up wit the streets  I seen my brodies getting locked down Ak47  We gon bang it  40x attachment put it on the barrel  Let that range hit Hang round round with the shooters  And the looters That my main clique Got me running to the store  Im dodging poles  Like it's asic  Upin the chopper Got 9 millimeters in sight  And Its gon tear in me Crown the king of the city  I know that they wit me Aint no tyranny Told em I never act out in the public  So y all these hittas be fearing me  Gemme the cash on demand Gotta semi on hand  If he need more clarity The 30 and 40  Gon take off his neck  A 40 wit shorty She aimming next  I Came outta my city They know im the best And these shots penetrating  I need me a vest Turn up 44  And they lyrics be boring I'm ballin like Stephen  I feel like I'm scoring Been hot to the native  Might cop me a foreign  Gon hang wit the gang  When I'm not out here touring I swear all these hittas be whack Nd they wanna attack  Cuz I'm gettin these racks If she said that she love me She don't get it back Nd I'm ready for war Had to pick up the tac Some brothers in cells They was flipping a pack A strap in his buckle They folded him fast Gon keep me a burner  I might cop a Mac Thought they caught me slippin I'm never gon lack Street life what we on Cant leave without a pole U killed if u fold That's why Imma go