Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love, artist - Roc Marciano. Date of issue: 03.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Love |
| Moments like these make it all worth it |
| Yeah, baby |
| Huh, Marc, baby |
| Yeah, uh, uh |
| Countless nights heard the sound of mice |
| Runnin' through the white rice |
| Now we Tom Brown down with the stripes |
| Here’s some sound advice |
| Niggas don’t even sound right |
| From slingin' powder, I was tryna get out the life |
| Kind of like Supafly, my heart is ice |
| My future’s bright, but I can’t see it through the fog |
| At times you question if you believe in God |
| I was shown a sign, but it wasn’t in the sky my guy (uh uh) |
| Nah, ain’t no love on the block |
| They say love is blind, but it’s not |
| It’s in my son and mother’s eyes but none of y’alls |
| My bitch smell like Chanel No. 9 |
| Who can you trust when everyone just want they ducks in line? |
| The drug game dry, these younger thots got butt jobs |
| The lye made my eyes bloodshot (bloodshot) |
| I bust shots from out somethin', butterscotch and what not |
| They love the Louis jacket color block, I’m a juggernaut |
| I was knocked with the rubber Glock but it wasn’t mine |
| The D.A. |
| looked the judge in the eyes and lied, bottom line |
| My lil' sly from Harlem shot her in the thigh (pah) |
| To write what I scribe means spending time on the wild side |
| A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly (fly, baby) |
| A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly, nigga |
| Shit was sweet once I swooped off her feet |
| Out in BK at the Barclay’s Center, front row seats |
| Gramercy Tavern, eating at Philippe’s |
| We used to be 'bout chicken, but now all we do it beef |
| She was witnessin' me whippin' up that feast |
| Took up diamonds in her ear when I flooded my Jesus piece |
| Trips overseas, exotic V’s |
| She’s erotic with that pistol how she cock and squeeze |
| Put it on the block and she move the D |
| She ain’t fuckin' with them ops cause she loyal to me |
| Nine in her purse, forty Glock under the seat |
| Drama and beef put blood bottoms on her feet |
| Yeah she chocolate, but ain’t nothing sweet |
| And she quick to pop it (pop it) |
| Never out of pocket |
| All about her profit (profit) |
| Yeah, baby (yeah, baby) |
| Here-Here's a few gifts for you, I mean, shit, I mean, you earned these, though, |
| baby, I mean (you deserve these) |
| Aw, don’t start the cryin', baby, I mean, you know, shit, you know, |
| this is just equality, baby |
| I mean, you deserve all of these things, baby, you earned 'em, work hard |