[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] Six feet deep, a nigga headed that way Cause I'm steady committin sins every day Pops is a junkie, my mama's a slut But I don't give a fuck, I still hit the cut I'm goin out for my damn self And everybody else can hang it up on the shelf I'm bringin this shit to a end Motherfuck a family, to hell with a friend And I hope you don't think cause I know ya That I won't lay ya down and just blow ya Motherfuckin ass straight to heaven Then I reloads my .357 Bitch I got popped, so what I'ma do But take them motherfuckers out on you? I used to pack a gun for protection But now I'm aggravated with no affection And I don't give a fuck, so If yo ass ain't down, then yo ass gots to go, hoe And I guess I won't make it above Cause I was pushed to the point where it ain't no love
(Ain't no love) --> Bobby Bland
[ VERSE 2: ? ] I've had it up to here with this motherfuckin bullshit, damn I pray every day that I won't go kill a man Since every day is like a test, G Shit, my ass better pray that the good Lord bless me Cause if he don't I won't make it through the game Damn near about to go insane My pops locked up servin three terms My moms does the best she can but she don't understand Why I gots to get mine Shit, I'm sick and tired of puttin my fuckin ass on the line Always comin through for a nigga But when the times get hard ain't nobody down witcha They wanna front like you owe 'em Now I'm pushed to the edge, hah, it's time to show 'em I gotta do what I gotta do When it comes to gettin my shit, bitch, I don't love you Don't give a damn what you think, G You ain't payin my bill and you sho ain't fuckin me Nobody ever gave me shit, hoe And that's the way the story go cause ain't no love, bro
(Ain't no love)
[ VERSE 3: Klas 1 ] Every day in the jungle a nigga falls in the paint I try to be strong but sometimes I just can't It's the same old thing I'm losin homies every day to the madness of the game So I keeps to my damn self Cause ain't nothin promised to a nigga but a quick death And once I'm gone ain't no return It's either straight to heaven or my black ass gotta burn I'm still lowdown doin crimes I wanna make the switch but I'm runnin out of time And I just might click so don't ask why Just prepare to die, motherfucker, die I'ma end this shit right here Cause I know that my time is real motherfuckin near And the shadow of death is 'bout to catch me Cause it ain't no love where I'm at, G
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