Fearless Love

[Starlito Talking] Ya ya right here you ready [Verse 1: Starlito] They say fear and love can't coexist So i poured some syrup in my Sunkist Woke up early this morning gave my blunt a kiss Never got off that get money shit Riding with me my myself and I cause nan one of us ain't gonna snitch On the city bus with my pack Cause the police so mother fucking hot Ask Trip and Zilla had a zip of killa and bout 10 guns at my spot (chop chop) Turn a studio into a dope house Might be driving your ho car That's my lolo bro, ain't trying to get pulled over I ain't never sober, plus I'm riding dirty something Just trying to see my 30 somethings Damn judge keep giving out jersey numbers I told my bitch i wasn't shit, and I wouldn't change, Guess she didn't believe me Cause she didn't leave me, but what if she gets even (aaaaahh) Got mixed emotions, for a few different reasons Cause these niggas hoes, and these bitches greedy But I'm solo tough, and I'm solo nice They talking pies and ain't sold a slice I'm so low key, won't sell my soul Nor sell a gun, will pull up solo and take your life (that right) You know it hurt when you just cry by yourself (by your self) Trying to dry my eyes and drive but that won't help I guess i broke my own heart Breaking down, out here lost, I even tried pushing the on star (aah) Turned in to a Grinch from dealing with these henchman Got way to much experience concealing my intentions This bullshit work won't rock up On top of that, the nigga i got it from got locked up Whats the odds of that I know this lazy ass bitch won't cook shit Sound crazy but I'm tired of waking up eating left over Ruth Chris For breakfast stressing Running out of place to hide the money Police got me scared to even ride with money Saturday night I've been high since Sunday Keep having nightmares i die for nothing You don't hear them sirens coming? I'm tripping thats the tv Even when me and Trip get on the TV (step brothers) These niggas can't see me No tint no nothing when I'm out in public Pistol no smile no doubt I'm thuggin' Grinding up on 100 thousand and fuck it I'm moving out of town without no luggage Unsolved homicides unresolved grudges I love my hood by these streets ain't nothing Take nothing for granted and keep a nigga humble Take nothing for granted and keep a nigga humble They hear it my voice they can feel a nigga hunger My stomach use to rumble I ain't getting any younger Got a million on my mind I can feel man its coming 9 milli by my stomach I'm just keeping it 100 (LITO) [Verse 2: Hambino] First game on who? Not me None of them threats gone ever stop me Bitch got smashed when that nigga shot me Be damned if a nigga box me Got jammed so i gotta ride solo Can't trust nan mother fucker no mo Niggas in it for the fame Getting pussy off the strength of the c10 logo Took a loss first with the money Then my homeboys start acting funny My bitch draped in Louis then she tell me i can't support no woman (damn) It was all good just a week ago When a half a mill was off in my stash And I took them everywhere we can go Even though, niggas turn they head They ain't hurt me just burned a bridge They can't cross me, they lost me Fuck em i got my kids Fuck em i do my biz I don't need a mother fucker sending me shit Good for nothing, around here getting credit from off my dick I don't need no friends, don't need no bitch Gotta nigga in stuntman that's bout it Got a few a couple 100 thou and a few hawks hid Predicted this rain, yes I did Yall hoes round here playing like kids Forgot about why they call me homage All your hate spilling on my garments Fearless love is honest And I'm bout to catch me a homi My younging told me to wait up Your a don out here Bino Please let me do you that favor So i sent him out on that mission With a 50 cal extended I told you once I'm loved And i shall have my vengence Im laid back cause im winning This all a part of my plan I speak my life into existence Leaving foot prints in that sand Got the world inside my hands Just made a pact with Starlito Though it might cost us our life Our job is too free our people We spread our wings like eagles Predicating all evils Be humble we dont do egos Build pyramids where we go Lost ends justify means fuck whats illegal Its clutch time ya, and I'm gonna hit both free throws, Swish Starlito, Hambino, Pressure dont bust pipes, nigga pressure make diamonds This that real gangsta shit, I dont know what you other niggas on