| Ain’t been no love around here for a long time
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| When the love gon' come back
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| Huh, I don’t know, I don’t know
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| But till then, keep doing it like I do it
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| From the first day of birth it was like we was cursed
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| For our destiny to ride away in a hearse
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| Unseen tomorrows so many hearts are hollow
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| Can’t help 'em they’ll put me down if I let 'em
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| I’m givin' fifty feet to the average friend or foe
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| And I’ll kill you fo' you kill me if you don’t know
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| Cause sometimes God put you in the path to kill
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| But not if your intentions are to hurt or steal
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| Constantly surrounded by despisers that’s intoxicated
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| Cause all of us are gang related
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| Later years fully gettin' there
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| What do we have here?
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| One day every family shall shed a tear
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| I’m lost I can’t find myself, I listen but don’t learn
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| What’s the call for help will God let me burn
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| So I’m takin' everyday like I’m livin' my last
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| What’s the aftermath all I know, is ain’t no love
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| Love don’t love nobody
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| And love don’t love no one
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| I said love don’t love nobody
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| And love don’t love no one
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| It ain’t no love, it ain’t no lvoe
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| It ain’t no love fuck the love
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| See I’ma thug wid mad slugs
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| And trippin' off these hoes up under my rug
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| Blind and I can’t see sometimes
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| This Remy Martin got me high
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| Givin' my shit a try
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| My people doubt me why
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| Hey, I’m way too fly
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| Thinkin' everybody down wid me until I die
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| Just like in a nightmare
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| Straight to fuck from nowhere
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| Nine’s in yo back like you ain’t seen jack
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| Now sticky situations make a motherfucka feel
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| Like going straight to hell cause at least hell is real
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| I’m holdin' shit down like a motherfuckin' vet
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| I’m a real nigga doin' real things, and that you can bet…
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| They say reach in your heart and you will find yo mind
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| Everyday in the streets got my foresight blind
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| My aftertime is narrow peepin' down the barrel of a four
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| Just a nigga or a killa I don’t know so
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| Who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest
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| Slug in the chest one in the dome and make sure I’m gone
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| Send me home all alone in these cold streets
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| The desperation constantly drinkin' and I can’t sleep
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| Neck deep strugglin' tryin' to survive
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| Some wanna die I wanna stay alive
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| Eyes on the prize let me modify this whole region
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| I declare this sucka duckin' season, gimme the reason
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| Why I should change into a softy
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| After livin' so lofty
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| It cost me my soul outta control in a devil’s world
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| Me my niggas and my girl
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| It ain’t no love |