Yung RoSo - No Love

They don't love you til you dead and gone
Or rich and famous
Hey hey
They don't love you til you dead and gone
Or rich and famous
Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us
He hating but he looked up to me mane kiss my anus
I pray all this color money cover all my grayness
Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got
Rain at my window pane
I know shit get better but it's some thangs I just can't sustain
That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains
That was my dawg he barely rapped but them crackas made him sang
That shit insane
I thought you'd be the last to fold
I swear that shit a shame
Wasn't eem on me but I'm hurt you told
Now shit won't be the same
You was my dawg can't eem scold ya
Wish I could fuck with ya but you broke the code so I ain gone eem hold ya
Whole lotta weight on me but I'ma work it out
Fighting cases fuck ass crackas trynna sit me down
My BM cut me off she probably hate she stuck around
And every time I think about D1 I wanna paint the town
I was fucked up for real I ain't have no one to call
People telling me they love me but like gravity they watched me fall
But it's okay cause now all they can do is watch me ball
Ion care if my life depended on it bitch can't eem get a call naw
They don't love you til you dead and gone or rich and famous
Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us
I pray all this color money cover all the greyness
Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got
Rain at my window pane
I know shit get better but it's some thangs I just can't sustain
That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains
That was my dawg he barely rapped but them crackas made him sang
That shit insane
So much shit I let get in the way of doing my thang
So much shit I let get in the way of doing my
Get in the way of doing my
Get in the way of doing my
Aye
So much shit I let get in the way of doing my thang
It's fucked up how the ones you love most cause you the most pain
Say they love me but throw the most dirt all over my name
How the fuck can they expect me to view them the same
Tired of people telling me that they love me and when they get mad it's instantly fuck me
Accepted that shit from my mom and my dad so when it happened I didn't think nothing Of It
I fucked around got used to the bad
So now my attitude like fuck it
All I wanna do is get fried and count chicken I might have to move to Kentucky
Dont nobody give a fuck what you going through gotta hold that shit down on your own
Get in grind mode and stay in your zone
No matter what just keep moving on
Sometimes it's better to do shit alone
So when you show up
Shit gone blow up
Just like Enola
I'm strapped with grenades
Cutting up like bitch I'm strapped with the spades
Ain't looking backwards I came a long ways
And I still got a long ways to go
Got caught up in my fuck ups and wondering why me and where do I keep going wrong
Why I can't do nobody the way they do me that shit used to eat up my soul
I just played with the cards I was dealt took a few hits but I still didn't fold
I got back on my pivot
Back to killing shit again hope I don't get sentenced
They thought I was finished
Thought I drowned in them waters but like Dory I just kept swimming
I wanted you with me
But I caused you some pain and that caused you to start acting different
Wish I had the same feelings as you but I don't so I'm stuck hoping that you forgive me
Hey they don't love you til you dead and gone or rich and famous
Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone they beat and detain us
I pray all this color money cover all the grayness
Paper planes of Mary Jane to ease my pain I got
Rain at my window pane
I know shit get better but it's some thangs I just can't sustain
That bitch broke my heart into disappearance ain't no remains
That was my dawg he barely rapped but them crackas made him sang
That shit insane
Hey Hey Hey Yeah
I swear that shit insane
I swear that shit insane
Hey hey
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Back on my pivot
Back to killing shit again
Hope I don't get sentenced
They though I was finished
Cutting up like bitch I'm strapped with the spades
Ain't looking backwards I came a long ways
They don't love you til you dead and gone
Or rich and famous
Hey hey
And every time I think about the one I wanna paint the town
Fuck twelve they want us dead and gone
Fuck ass crackas trynna sit me down
All I wanna do is get fried and count chicken I might have to move to Kentucky
I pray all this color money cover all of my grayness

Written by:
Christopher Campbell

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