No Love

Welcome to Houston, the bottom of the South

If you ain't from 'round here

You might not make it out

I done seen it all, plenty balled then fall

One day buying the mall

Next day lost it all

Don't let the hype fool you

Keep the tool close by

These jackals will play cool then hit you with the four five

Don't let dick riders confuse you, thinking we soft

You gon' know, when the real street niggas out

Homestead, Greenspoint, 5th Ward, Acres home

When I was coming up, that's the streets I roamed

Old school with a glass set, paint whip

Back when if you rode slab you had to have respect

Been on the streets for a long time

Never changed, from the bottom to the top

Why you watch me?

Never stop, I always stayed on grind

And you can do the same if you just wait yo' time, huh

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga

You might not even make it out the club, nigga

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga

These bitches want your money

They don't wanna fuck, nigga

Know them ho's remain violent

Everyday we sliding, controlling and profiling

Yeah, on them phones acting like we never had shit

All up on your curb, nigga

Grimy dirty dirt, nigga

You spent the same shit you did for that foreign ho

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar 'lac before?

Heard Fat Pat before?

Well let me tell you about it

Welcome to the home of screw, H town verse everybody

Ain't no plex homey, this is no flex zone

Them country niggas starving, eat a hole through your neck bone

You best have your tour guide with ya'

He best be on point, like a bullseye, nigga

Little J said don't never let a nigga play

We from the Brookes so it's cutthroat anyway

Shit, all I ever wanted was a cup of straight

You add a couple grams, I'll take a couple lanes, right

You can call it what you want

Round here we call it life, some make it, most don't

But in the words of my OG pimp

You gonna respect someone 'round here, real talk

So niggas...

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga

You might not even make it out the club, nigga

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga

These bitches want your money

They don't wanna fuck, nigga

Mo city, mother fucker, that's where I'm from

Look me in the eyes, niggas talk that shit

And get shot in they tongue

When guns go off we walk away, we too cool to run

Every week them Ho heads be like:

Look what that damn fools damn done

Dammit they done shot up the block again

There was zero near

I don't trust pussy, I put on all three rubbers before I go in

It's Superbowl, you know these ho's tryna hit a leak

And rap and rock niggas will kill your ass

They tryna get a brick, let it down

I'm tryna tell you, don't be parking on the back streets

Even though they know me they might still try to jack me

So I don't carry one weapon, I gotta pack three

Even HPD might catch you slipping, Bro it's that deep

You can still call the drank man and get some codeine

But call the wrong one and get a bottle full of no deine

Welcome to Houston, my nigga

Where you can have a good time or you can die, nigga (Eh)

Welcome to my city ain't no love, nigga

Just automatic weapons and plenty drugs, nigga

You might not even make it out the club, nigga

When they get it poppin', you better duck, nigga

Welcome to my city, ain't no love, nigga

Drive here and have to go home on the bus, nigga

Don't be on this gas shit looking for love, nigga

These bitches want your money

They dont wanna fuck, nigga