No Love

Yea, Awe'yea Awe'yea, Awe'yea What I gotta do What I gotta do Yea [Hook] What I gotta do For some love What I gotta do For some love I done made a name for myself ho And these niggas hitting my cellphone Put my city up on that pedestal Yet the industry ain't hear'in me though What I gotta do For some love What I gotta do For some love Spit that shit that they feeling now Got different fans from different towns Got a bad bitch whose always down But shit ain't change I'm still that underdog [Verse 1] Yea Reppin my city though hardly be in it Stuffing a stogie you know I stay lifted Set blaze to the booth every one of my sessions Nigga I’m eating and y'all niggas struggling to get a mention Pockets on full and your shit anorexic Hop on these tracks man I'm try'na make records Running these circles, man I deserve medals Got Gold on my neck, an my wrist check the bezel Up in my lab dog with test tubes an beakers Try'na make ether for all of these speakers Ain't with that bullshit like Mikey or Pippen I Kept it straight forward like my name B. Griffin I do it [Hook] [Verse 2] Awe'yeah Hoes on my phone I’m the one they be sweating Drink in my cup know that lean my prescription Words be backed up by the proof of my actions Couldn't stop me from coming like you was a fucked up prophylactic Ride through my city these bans they be tinted Local rappers in my phone try'na do business I hear all they spit and I'm not yet impressed kid All over Google man screw a new press kit Brim Bent down Like a B-dog Never C These haters These niggas all stand in's They want my position But I ain't gon quit till the day I'm done living So what I gotta do [Hook] They keeping my name in they conversations All in they mouth guess they love to fellate me Don't wanna kill em. but dammit they made me Mob with my clique like we Corleone's Boy we on So what I gotta do to get some love Get some love (x2) I said [Hook]