No Love Songs
GENRE
[Chorus]
I'ma try my best to not make just a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and [?]
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like we're ricky
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
[Verse 1: Richie Rozay]
Hop in a Porsche Cayenne, when I'm flyin'
We just spent fifteen thousand on Amiri pants
I got on so many rings, I ain't a married man
I just bе pullin' these strings with all my hand
Personal problеms got me overthinking, I don't need no friends
And the way I wrote this track will make it seem like it's a bane
The way the money flowing in, you gon' think this is the same [?] from last time
I like that guy, oh yeah
Trying to save her, I became a bad guy
All of this water on my chain, I can get you baptized
I'm goin' through so much pain, but I can't feel a thing
Because these perfect ten's is inside of me
[Chorus]
I'ma try my best to not make just a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and [?]
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like we're ricky
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I told my bro "shit get real, don't you trust nobody"
I know they wonderin' why a nigga been so cold hearted
I won't even tell my mami if I caught a body
'Cause you got no choice but to say less if you don't know about it
I used to be up in the Jacks, smoking up the whole lobby
I always thought I needed help, but that was the whole Artist
And I'm tryna stop making love songs 'cause you know my body
If you feel a way, girl, just say it, can we just talk about it?
If you feel a way can we be, yeah
If you feeling a way, don't do me greasy
I been feeling so fake, why don't I treat you like you treat me?
They looking at my chain and you see 3D
Glass on the face and I'm in New York, smoking on GG
I really miss my nigga Beasty
Niggas throwing subs, have that same energy when you see me
I can't hold a gun no more, 'cause I'm a liability
[Chorus: Richie Rozay]
I'ma try my best to not make just a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and [?]
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like we're ricky
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
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