Not A Love Song

Lyrics

[Intro] My love and my touch Up above, is made with the warmth of my [Verse 1: Prince Jefe] On the road, I don't care 'bout no mixtape My young nigga sixteen, chop a brick like a sensei Catch me different states, nigga, not in a bitch face Sellin' concrete, fiends like when the shit gray Pass me the blick if you know you gon' hesitate Bitch from the projects, she look like Ella Mai I whip out the Pyrex, stir it, then make it shake Walkin' out of Golden Sun, I had too many rainy days I get plenty cars, get us out the streets I lost plenty dogs, now it's all on me, uh Blood, sweat, and tears, this shit ain't come easy Streets ain't the same without me, they need me [Verse 2: StanWill] He was a loose screw 'til I put the hammer to him Nike Tech off the Goose coat how the scammers do it Fuck a love song, bitch, this some scammer music In the club rich than a bitch, all the dancers knew it They said they won't stab you in the back, but I bet they will I don't pop his nugget with this bitch, bet you Jefe will Failed English, on the MSR, could write an essay still Thought it was a yerky, sold his goofy ass a headache pill I got the code cracked, I know the gameplan Made a couple dollars, but I promise I'm the same Stan Smack down with your bitch, get your main slammed Got it cloudy in the club, the strippers call me Rain Man [Verse 3: TrDee] One of one, baby, I cannot be duplicated Hall of fame capper, man, your whole life fabricated You had a shot, but you fucked up and hesitated Wanna join the gang, but you don't shit like you constipated He ain't got no motion, niggas motionless I can teach you something 'bout the game, I be coachin' it I can see the goal, fourth and two, gotta go for it Hoes suck dick, why these niggas doing most of it? If you don't think I'm sweet, then you can't comprehend He remember walking down your man, sent him off a Xan' First, you gotta go get you a teammate, come up with a plan Stick to the code and in the end, bitch, I'm splittin' bands [Verse 4: StanWill] Stick to the code, stick with your bros Ain't got shit for a bitch, only dick for the hoes In my pocket, dog shit, on my hip, it's a pole Only goal that I got is get rich 'fore I'm old [Verse 5: Prince Jefe] From a tenth to an O, pimp to these hoes I used to hit licks when I was broke, not no more If you hold it down, you get anything you want You can keep the backend if I can't come with the pole [Outro] My love and my touch Up above, is made with the warmth of my My love and my touch