Ain't no love in the streets, everybody fake, better stay the same
I can't talk for Teela, nigga, I'd rather talk to the bank
You can't even * with me, I understand why they hate
All that pain up my sleeve, squeeze, I never bleed
I'ma sue for it, but I think they say I'ma stop, but I'm dating
Swing the stick, no ego at all, I feel like I'm a ranger
Hurt the curb, all my servant fiends, I'ma talk to strangers
On the block, I serve a real dope, what's it, I smell like a pound
We got pounds on top of pounds, that bitch is coming in and out
We got rounds on top of rounds, try to play, we gon' end the round
Really in the street, tryna head-tap some *, you just run your mouth
Made a bitch, she wanna get me head, I came all in her mouth
Like a baby, walk that bitch to bed, she the left of head
So all I black on, all I see is red, I talk to the dead
Hear a dead man walking, ever seen a walking dead
I can't talk for Teela, nigga, I'd rather talk to the bank
Real chat, * beat up the street, somehow you know we flex
In a few months, we gon' be strutting, I'ma be bottom like that
Go to sleep, wake up, gotta get the money, I wake up to the chat
Make it play, I have to play my part, you fool, I ain't got no time to flex
My friend cry good in the street, so now I block out my respect
Ain't no love in the streets, everybody fake, better start a song
I can't talk for Teela, nigga, I'd rather talk to the bank
You can't even * with me, I understand why they hate
All that pain up my sleeve, squeeze it, I never blame
I'ma shoot for what I think, they say I'ma stop, but I'm done
Swing the stick, no ego at all, I feel like I'm a ranger
Heard the curve, all our servants see me, I don't talk to strangers
I'ma block out, so I have a real dope bullshit, I smell like a snake
Got that whole top dropped with a whole hundred coming out that wrist
I'm legit, I'm the *, damn, I look like a brick
And my pocket fat, I'm *, I'm a green, I'm a lot of, boy
All these damn suits outside the store, I'm a lot of, boy
Got two hundred, I'll go back to the hood, now we in the blood
I'm a star and I can feel it, I'm different, I just pray they feel me
Cause it's all I know, it's too much emotion to be going, bro
Real hood *, got love for booths, it's just like steak
We ain't going back, bro, love a lot, that's all I know
Triple up, I hit the road, get this * going for the low
We got numbers, put your calculator out, see what you want
With your top down, got James in the house, won't leave me alone