Aint No Love

(Right... West side, you know what) Don't ask if this out I'm dropping, shit I know this the drought My shit potent, I'm focused I'm packing up my clothes and I'm out 2 hour flight, 2 hour drive but I'm still close to the house In some condos, I ain't even telling hoes no posts in the house Came a long way from my ceiling leaking and holes in the house Till the hoes came, I ain't even want no hoes in the house Niggas close to me, posting me, saying we supposed to be homies Like hopefully bro'll post me saying this supposed to be out 4 months straight, no I can pride in myself I got it and I done felt the switch up and I'm proud of myself I'm stopping myself, sometimes I even lied to myself like I'm dropping How many times a nigga done tried to get help? I ain't stopping I'm locked in, Bernard Hopkins, I'm boxing the shelf Still got trophies from before Toure was even popping his self I got 'em or the savage got 'em He shot 'em and slid beside him How would you know all about it? It's probably because I lined it myself This shit coke, I could do a line of myself If you was me and I was you, I'd probably be waiting in line for myself Instead of hating, I'd probably take this time for myself (Just to get it right) I done seen love turn hate, seen real turn fake, seen friends turn enemies I realize there ain't no love in this industry Niggas ain't really as loyal as they pretend to be I just hope when I go they remember me Love my city, deep down I know they'll finish me See the ocean from the condo, this shit lit for me If that ain't motivation, I don't know what they get from me And if I don't answer my phone, it's on DND Hurt my heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB Broken heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB (Playing PnB, playing PnB) Hurt my heart, we from the city where it's so hard to make it out For you to end up getting rich and then somebody take you out In Philly if you be rich and don't nobody snake you out or slime you out It's like a jungle if you end up climbing out Then they shot you and it shock you cause we end up finding out That you died out of town while nobody not around How the fuck we supposed to feel? And your homies they'll slide but who the fuck they supposed to kill? I see a picture, get the chills thinking bout this shit for real I done seen love turn hate, seen real turn fake, seen friends turn enemies I realize there ain't no love in this industry Niggas ain't really as loyal as they pretend to be I just hope when I go they remember me Love my city, deep down I know they'll finish me See the ocean from the condo, this shit lit for me If that ain't motivation, I don't know what they get from me And if I don't answer my phone, it's on DND Hurt my heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB Broken heart, I'm on the West coast playing PnB (Playing PnB, playing PnB)