No Love (feat. Kfmb lil dre)

Ran out of love, I done ran out of love, I done ran out of love I done ran out of love mmmm, If I say I love you, stay with me, don't keep yo distance, lil bro he got a drum n you know he Stand On business, You got one life to live, it's him or me so I'ma kill him, Either way this pain don't change, love ain't the same I Miss my nigga, Crossed so many times I done seen the bigger picture, Quan ain't never coming back You don't understand how I miss em, man I got this fuckin' drac and I ah put one in yo fitted, yo block we hit Niggas know them K's be spinnin, Don't ran my money up everybody love me wanna come around, Heard he got them pounds up in his crib fuck it, we take em down, When we hit they strip them bullets start to fly, you better not be around, He in his mama house, shoot that bitch, make him move right out, We got sticks up in this car, ain't wit it , you can't come around, If I get in that jam, my mouth closed, no I ain't coppin' out, I'll go to your grave and dig you up, cause I see evil now Stand right on your block, tryna stretch sum, we gon' chalk you out, Yeah, we gon' chalk you out Yeah, we gon' chalk you out Yeah, we gon' chalk you out, uh I used to reminisce about them nights when I was broke I got blood all on my jeans, from niggas tryna slime my nose They tried ta bring me down, but I stood tall and didn't fold, I'ma play this life shit out and risk this rap shit for my bro's, Nobody know how I be feelin', I try to hide the pain but It don't have much with the healing, let this ruger bang, Bet this bitch go through a buildin', and ain't no comin' back When these bullets get ta hittin', them niggas know who we is why they tryna cap, we the ones who be posted on dey block With like 50 straps, let a nigga try it, bet his ass get took right off the map, Try to love that goofy ho then went behind my fuckin' back I can't do no more love, my heart jus gettin colder, Turn up in the city doin' shows, no, I can't fold up, Hadda stand tall fa my OG the day I rose up Think of every day that I'm still here I was the chosen one, Naw, uh, yeah, I was the chosen one Naw, naw, yeah, I'm the chosen one Naw, naw, naw, naw, yeah, I'm the chosen one We had to run it up, we got them drums and extended mags, Better not try to run cause we hawk shit, you know them switches fast, Grab your mask, first opp you see, you better hop out and blast Ain't stoppin' till we leave some dead leave ah fuck nigga right with ah tag, Left em face down, can't get up, he in ah body bag Know brodie got the wheel, so I know that he won't fuckin' crash Bitch, I'm jus a demon, I ain't no rapper, I ah get on ass, Surrounded by these killers, you'll get left right in the past Keep my gun on me, promise my mama they won't take her son Know they tryna kill me, Ion be trustin' none Our generation filled with so much hate, it ain't no more love