Running Out of Love

You know there's a lot of shit I don't speak on But it's that Bleu Vandross shit 'nigga' I think I'm running out of love I think I'm running out Stick talk these 'nigga' know I'm with they stick talk No, I ain't tired but I spend 20 on my exhaust He tried ro run them plays on me He got picked out in a (?) Hold my drink cause I ain't 'finna' flicks Just bought a house I pay cash for Streets made me rich I never ask for How the fuck you suppose to love me You don't love yourself Everybody they disappear when I needed help And grandma told me don't cry 'cuz God got it I don't believe in myself you know I'm hard body Yeah 'nigga', I was raised inthe ghetto No hot water we couldn't even bathe in the ghetto They gonna put extension on (?) in the ghetto Standing days in the ghetto, never lasts So we hustled to keep payed in the ghetto Pistol close to hand But our homie got murdered bu a closest man I know these 'niggas' scared of us 'Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love, nah 'Niggas' been hating left my 'niggas' in the songs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah Used to have a drink but now we're selling drugs, nah I know these 'niggas' scared of us 'Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love, nah 'Niggas' been hating left my 'niggas' in the songs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah Raindrops falling bad bitches be calling You should go up to my hood and fast keep calling Baby mama with my ex but the (?) keeps calling (?) Tell me can you see (tell me, tell me) All this pain in me (all this pain in me) Tell me can you see it, can you see it Heard you had a shootout in department For deep in a hunter He might doping the compartment (?) Hanging in the alleyway Drug dealing nice I see no better way Streets never loved me Once you turn 25 you a OG (?) Tell me do you wanna see a young 'nigga' win I told 'ya only bet me 3 I had to many friends Plus, every dollar that I made is gone in the wind Been 'tryna talk to God I think I did to many sins And if we spin (?) but we go spin again I know these 'niggas' scared of us 'Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love, nah 'Niggas' been hating left my 'niggas' in the songs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah I know these 'niggas' scared of us 'Imma' get money and I put that on my dead brothers I'll beat that pussy from the bankers we used to be lovers Murder-for-hide of skull we used to be brothers We used to be brothers I think I'm running out of love, nah 'Niggas' been hating left my 'niggas' in the songs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah Used to have hope and dreams now we're selling drugs, nah