Trey made this beat Life's been shit, bro Like, after you like a, a baby, a child, a little kid If you lucky enough, you know what I'm sayin'? After you a child, bro, ain't no love in this shit, man, for real All this shit rough, man You got a long road, boy, a cold one Skraight up They only love what you do for 'em Only kinda love out here, my nigga
Who can you trust in this cold, cold world, better get a blanket It's worse than the wild, wild west, this shit get dangerous Never thought I'd see the day separate glitter from gold Or friends turn into foes, but it's the life that I chose And these hoes look so heaven sent, but be so devilish Got spiteful ways, never seen it coming like a tidal wave Get on my knees everyday, asked God and prayed That my dirty ways don't lead me to an early grave One life to live and it's survival of the fuckin' fittest Here come your rivals, when you winnin' they want competition And did I mention niggas itchin' to be opposition? Hit they blocks with Glocks with the extensions now ain't no tension Told my old lady how I'm feelin', she say I'm trippin' But she don't know I pray for love On the block with the thugs, prayin' a nigga show us love But ain't no love, so we get it out the mud Momma made me feel like I overstayed my welcome So I padded up my shit and went for [?] like where's the fellas? I'm pretty sure they understand the way I feel Hotbox the bucket, laugh about how cold the world is Like ain't no love in this shit 'til you get rich and famous And these hoes want rappers or ball players It's hard to separate the fake, 'cause they chose us Everybody showed up when we blowed up
Mm, mm And that's real shit, you know what I'm sayin' I pray for, ah, I pray for love, yeah And you wonder why I question everything Every female in my life, I'm talking 'bout everything, bro, it wasn't no love in this shit I pray for love It's cold, real cold, you know what I'm sayin' I pray for love, yeah, yeah, yeah That's it, no love in this shit I was out quick, I'm telling you Ain't no love in this shit, dawg Only after you succeed that's the only love out here, my nigga This shit cold, bro, for real, that's why I I pray for love, yeah, yeah, yeah Nigga, nigga, [?] they gotta [?] nigga gotta [?] Ain't no love out here for us, I'm telling' you Skraight up Trey made this beat
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Compositores: Rod Green (Rod Wave), Frank D Iii Gilliam ECAD: Obra #26251733
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