No Love (feat. J-Dawg & Z-Ro)

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the South If you ain't from round here You might not make it out I done seen it all, plenty balled then fall One day buying the mall next day lost it all Don't let the hype fool you Keep the tool close by These jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we soft You gon' know, when the real street niggas out Homestead, Greenspoint, Fifth, Boyd, Acres home When I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed Old school with a glass set, paint whip Back when if your role slipped you had to have respect Been on the streets for a long time Never changed, from the bottom to the top Why you watch me? Never stop, I always stayed on grind And you can do the same if you just wait yo' time, huh Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga You might not even make it out the club, nigga When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga These bitches want your money, they dont wanna fuck, nigga Know them ho's remain violent Everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling Yeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit All up on your card, nigga Grimy dirty dirt, nigga You spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar leg before? Pert like that before? Well let me tell you about it Welcome to the homeless crew, H town verse everybody Ain't no fakes homey, this is no flex zone Them country niggas starving, eat a hole through your neck bone You best have your tour guide with ya' He best be on point, like a bullseye, nigga Little J said don't never let a nigga play We from the Brookes so it's cut throat anyway Shit, all I ever wanted was a cup of straight You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right You can call it what you want Round here we call it life, some make it, most don't But in the words of my OG pimp You gonna respect someone round here, real talk So niggas... Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga You might not even make it out the club, nigga When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga These bitches want your money, they dont wanna fuck, nigga Ho city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit and get shot in they tongue When guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run Every week them Ho heads be like: Look what that damn fools damn done They mean them done shot up the block again There was zero near I don't trust pussy, i put on all three rubbers before I go in It's superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak And rap and rock niggas will kill your ass they tryna get a brick, let it down I'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back streets Even though they know me they might still try to jack me So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep You can still call the drank man and get some codeine But call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine Welcome to Houston, my nigga Where you can have a good time or you can die, nigga (Eh) Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga You might not even make it out the club, nigga When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga These bitches want your money, they dont wanna fuck, nigga