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Dont Love
Derez De’Shon
,
Lil Durk
,
Waka Flocka Flame
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You're now listening to some bad motherfuckers
Warning, this music contains material for goons and
Thugs and not for you hard, she wearin' motherfuckers
VVS's, drippin' down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith & Wesson, thinkin' I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
You would die in the trenches thinkin' shit a game
These streets don't love you
These niggas don't love you for real
These bitches don't love you
These bitches don't love you for real
You can't run from your problems, nigga, you can't avoid it
They don't believe Rondo can get out, I got a lawyer
I'm from the dirt, where my brothers lie, we came from soil
We too loyal to let this money change, this shit not royal
Get out these streets lil' bro, this shit ain't for you
Just know that shit a lie when they say they love you
Gotta watch out for that knife when they come and hug you
'Cause it be the same niggas come and slug you
I'm a product of my environment
Bro an ex-killer, come out retirement
If he go down by himself for that case he'll tie you in
They gon' pull your strings like a violin
They gon' shoot your shit in traffic, no matter what car you in
Went to the streets and asked the dope boys if they hirin'
Gotta shoot somethin' just to be with us, can't sign you in
If you over there and you don't 'posed to, you gon' die with them
Mama told me stay off these drugs, I need counselin'
Tryna serve without payin', somethin' gotta give
Always gotta chase a check, my son gotta live
How the fuck you want that custody, you ain't got a crib?
Got a crib, got a crib
Never serve a nigga, but you gotta live
Secretive, secretive
Never tell a nigga where you live
VVS's, drippin' down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith & Wesson, thinkin' I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
You would die in the trenches thinkin' shit a game
These streets don't love you
These niggas don't love you for real
These bitches don't love you
These bitches don't love you for real
These bitches don't love you for real
These niggas don't love you for real
See love get you killed
I swear love gon' get me killed
Been through so much pain, I'm poppin' drugs with the pills
Yeah, I came from nothin' and I made it, niggas hate it
Bitches tryna have my baby, I don't even understand it
I keep gettin' into it with my family, they keep askin' me for paper
When they hear me on the radio station
All I wanted was the money, never wanted fame
Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't even know my pain
Bitch actin' like she know me, she don't even know my name
I'm a son of a king, but ain't no crown when we talk reign
I got hoes in my umbrella
If I would've known, I probably would've done better
Put my trust in niggas when I should've known better
Bustin' my pistol wonderin' if these niggas gon' tell it
I'm jealous 'cause these niggas fake, but they get respected
Lyin' in they rhymes, I tell the truth and I get neglected
Really zonin', some dimes tryna get a check in
Before dinner time, if not dinner, at least breakfast
VVS's, drippin' down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith & Wesson, thinkin' I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
You would die in the trenches thinkin' shit a game
These streets don't love you
These niggas don't love you for real
These bitches don't love you
These bitches don't love you for real