No Love (feat. Vel Nine, Inzom & SirRealist)

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

I'm from a hostile environment. Pull up and them pistols are firin' if you unknown. Leave a question mark on your tombstone.

Last name Doe, first name John. Santeros bless my beads, give me banyos with psalms. For the snakes that wish harm, want a plot on the don. Gotta peek out the window with the shotty in palm. Move incognito when you tied to the mob.

When they see that you up, they start praying you fall.

Got no love at all for a hater just a hollow. Surviving through the day just to make it to tomorrow In the jungle, where G's of feral. The Bronx borough. Predators hunt the weak, roam the streets with the metal. So I stay prepared. Watch for my ops and the devil in a drop. Riding Glock by the door panel.

Gliding through the city, bumping full court press. Plotting how to upgrade to a mansion from the Jects.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

My motive from the coldest pavement. Lonely flowers in the cracks give the warmest

fragrance. Roam streets to find peace, now we toting

stainless. Less problems for a G or at war with danger.

Masked man smelling blood like a hammerhead. Cock back, let the hammer blow, blah, now

they flower-beds. Shower lead like rain in a love scene.

But ain't no love pouring where we're from, It be the hatred that run things. Stay ready, shake and bake like I'm Walter Payton.

I had to visualize the play, visualize my greatness. Had to visualize the snakes, visualize the shape shift.

Kama Sutra with the devil, had to fuck my way in.

Crisis orchestration, serenade the streets that we play in.

Ox to BX, we control the playfield.

Play fear against the enemy, I keep composure. Keep the target on my number, so I'm watching

over shoulder.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

See where we from, it gotta stay on the hip. Ops looking for me, so the Glock, it came with a stick.

Extension to your head, but not the hair that stay in your wig.

This is shit that leave brains on the bricks, and makes fatherless kids. See where we from, we spin the block or we get knocked.

We either sell rocks or smoke rocks. You better pay what you owe or get smoked pop.

It's Lord Mob till I'm ashes from my LA to Bronx.

Flee put me on, Crisis opened doors to the cave.

My flight landed, told myself I keep it real to the grave.

I don't preach, say the truth when I'm speaking on waves.

Pray to God, but I could never be saved. It's just the way that we made. Told my mama that one day I'll put the gun down.

I'll catch a case before they slide and put your son down.

A silver spoon wasn't meant for my life. Came far, but I'm still strapped when I'm walking at night.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.

I got no love to follow, living for tomorrow. Wish I could bring back my brother on time borrowed.

And how we figure to cope with our sorrow

by feeling enemies. Too many bullets will fly hollow.