Love In The City

As if I don't know why your face so blunt

Bet a real nigga try to tell you what it is

You was standing screaming, "no the fuck it ain't"

Why the fuck you came? Why he never will?

Funny cause those same conversations got

A young roll running life straight to the bank

And I ain't got beef, but if it's bread on my head

I must take the situation

Say you got hittas but the boys real hittas

Ain't tweeting with location

Put in work, dip vacation, pouring out

Little for my niggas lord knows that they should've made it

And I don't like niggas screaming "live life" when you living life like a pussy

Green dot goals get sick to my niggas lord pray they keep on pushing

Pray I keep moving, know I keep it thugging

Fuck a hater nigga man I never seen them niggas

Cause they never seen nothing

Never felt my pocket, same niggas plotting

Same niggas with her now staring at the

Motherfucking internet like "we did it!"

But we ain't even made it, I'm just getting fucking faded

Belaire rose and I'm sipping on this shit like "mm this tasty"

Man I swear I can taste it

Looking at this money man, motherfuckers swear I had to chase it

Now I sit on my couch and I'm, pushing hands up like the bitch you been

Fucking these niggas she met on the road

Bitches at my house they want alarm codes

But I don't know you

Now it's love in the city, where the love in the city?

Motherfucker, we don't owe you

Motherfucker, we don't owe you

Bitch wiggle, we don't know you

Sipping belaire rose

Talking to your bitch about foreplay

And I bet she know where the gang stays

And I bet she know where the gang hang, gang bang

Got my nigga, running behind me with shot buck

Installed he look like chief keef saying bang bang

Call a nigga beth, call this shit a hit

And I don't need no motherfucking plaque

Get the fuck off my dick

Got a fuck nigga sick

Fuck the g man, they shot me

You the same bitch nigga

Yeah the same lame nigga

Motherfucka just want me