No Love

Nah, I can't feel ya heartbeat Living in these foul streets haunt me Niggas speak malarkey, then get to key to park me This shit is costly, I'm tryna get cream, like Mr. Softee But it's too obscene to be seen, but they never called me And niggas wanna taunt my skill Appreciate life, cuz poverty's real Y'all don't know how harmony feels So when ya arteries clog and heart becomes ill I don't wanna hear a word, because y'all thought it was chill I spit logic 'til my brain's out of knowledge The hate is beyond this, they skate on thin ice, at the tropics? To be honest, I don't feel you not one bit They kill you for one cent You gon' run quick soon as the gun spit I have no words for niggas who think that they drum kicks When they hi-hats and snares, that's getting some rough hits And they ain't really tough, they bitch with slut activity I've been had enough with these kids of negativity Positivity is not a option I speak So they tryna belittle me, when they modest at peak And you gotta get rid of me, when you honestly weak And they try to shit on me, when ya moms gotta pee And you ain't real, you just wish that you was You don't deal, you just chill with the thugs, who was spilling the drugs He rather not get a job but still be at the club Niggas not at all the same as they was The trigger bangs? It's a dub... You cold turkey, oh, and certainly, no worries In no hurry to get smacked by cold flurries You 29 year olds don't even hold 30 You get a blindfold until ya nose buried I'm from Jersey, I see a lot of actors on the screen Try to hurt me, by saying that my raps are obscene So I guess the truth can't be actually mean No fuck that, I say it cuz my passion's a dream And she smashing the team, but you worried about my context They got a nigga beyond stressed for content My conscious come from the struggle, no nonsense They want a conference to express my visions I've dropped since I'm no stranger to this worldly force I'm enrolled to a course of unholy sports The distance that we've come is too slow and short The rules are so enforced, have to blow our torch Yo, and where I come from, shit was a blur Guns each week, niggas shooting right on the curb Beefing over turf that's not even theirs Cops come, niggas gotta scared They drop they ones, so the poverty's there You got funds? Then you prolly prepared For war and blasting, call for action, top of the stairs Blood spills out, ya mama is there She crying at the sight of death, kind of fresh at the property here Shits crazy but you got to be there to see the hardship I come from Lindenwold, where niggas have lost all of it We got evicted, I moved to Moorestown for a minute Worst decision of my life, wishing it was different These white bitches was fucking niggas in a instant I can't lie about this shit, cuz it's realistic My moms got convicted, cuz of a fucking ticket She had the money to pay, that was used to get lit with And for some nicks, dimes, quarters and even liquids I saw a bag near my shoebox, the shit was twisted I even asked her one day, like ma, yo what is this? Her response was none, she knew that I was curious A lot traffic in and out the apartment I ain't even have a allowance, it was that or starving I come from the garden, where snakes was ya apart of the family I don't pardon what I say, I lived through the calamity Niggas say shit uncannily, and they try to damage me You rappers live a life that's a fantasy I have a weird family tree, where cousins was fucking each other There's too much shit that's undercover that was under the covers Yo, how can I make this up How can anyone try to hate on a man who tryna make his bucks Fake fucks, and in Moorestown, yo, they got a lot of those I came through 7th grade, and beyond, with the honor roll I will abolish those who think they not And niggas look down, cuz they dad owns a pizza shop? The bullshit needs to stop Bitches thinking they steaming hot Ya pussy is but she IS NOT! GONE