No Love

They don't love you til you dead and gone Or rich and famous Hey hey Oh yeah They don't love you til you dead and gone Or rich and famous Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us He hating but he looked up to me mane kiss my anus I pray all this color money cover all my grayness Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got Rain at my window pane I know shit get better but it's some thangs I just can't sustain That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains That was my dawg he barely rapped but them Crackas made him sang That shit insane I thought you'd be the last to fold I swear that shit a shame Wasn't eem on me but I'm hurt you told Now shit won't be the same You was my dawg can't eem scold ya Wish I could fuck with but u broke the code so I ain gone eem hold ya Whole lotta weight on me but I'ma work it out Fighting cases fuck ass crackas trynna sit me down My BM cut me off she probably hate she stuck around And every time I think about D1 I wanna paint the town I was fucked up for real I ain't have no one to call People telling me they love me but like gravity they watched me fall But it's okay cause now all they can do is watch me ball Ion care if my life depended on it bitch can't eem get a call Naw They don't love you til you dead and gone or rich and famous Fuck 12 they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us I pray all this color money cover all the greyness Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got Rain at my window pane I know shit get better but it's some thangs I that I just can't sustain That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains That was my dawg he barely rapped but them Crackas made him sang That shit insane So much shit I let get in the way of doing my thang So much shit I let get in the way of doing my Get in the way of doing my Get in the way of doing my Aye So much shit I let get in the way of doing my thang It's fucked up how the ones you love most cause you the most pain Say they love me but throw the most dirt all over my name How the fuck can they expect me to view them the same Tired of people telling me that they love me and when they get mad it's instantly fuck me Accepted that shit from my mom and my dad so when it happened I didn't think nothing Of it I fucked around got used to the bad So now my attitude like fuck it All I wanna do is get fried and count chicken I might have to move to Kentucky Dont nobody give a fuck what you going through gotta hold that shit down on your own Get in grind mode and stay in your zone No matter what just keep moving on Sometimes it's better to do shit alone So when you show up Shit gone blow up Just like Enola I'm strapped with grenades Cutting up like bitch I'm strapped with the spades Ain't looking backwards I came a long ways And I still got a long ways to go Got caught up in my fuck ups and wondering why me and where do I keep going wrong Why I can't do nobody the way they do me that shit used to eat up my soul I just played with the cards I was dealt took a few hits but I still didn't fold I got back on my pivot Uh Back to killing shit again hope I don't get sentenced They thought I was finished Thought I drowned in them waters but like Dory I just kept swimming I wanted you with me But I caused you some pain and that caused you start acting different Wish I had the same feelings as you but I don't so I'm stuck hoping that you forgive me Hey They don't love you til you dead and gone or rich and famous Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us I pray all this color money cover all the grayness Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got Rain at my window pane I know shit get better but it's some thangs I that I just can't sustain That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains That was my dawg he barely rapped but them Crackas made him sang That shit insane Hey Hey Hey Yeah I swear that shit insane I swear that shit insane Hey hey Oh yeah Oh yeah Back on my pivot Back to killing shit again Hope I don't get sentenced They though I was finished Cutting up like itch i'm strapped with the spades Aint looking backwards I came a long ways They don't love you til you dead and gone Or rich and famous Hey hey And every time I think about D1 I wanna paint the town Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone Fuck ass crackas trynna sit me down All I wanna do is get fried and count chicken I might have to move to Kentucky I pray all this color money cover all of my grayness