NotC3 - Unconditional

I be lonely by myself, I be lonely by myself, I be lonely by myself, I be lonely by myself
Listen, fake niggas talk like you owe them something
And deep down they really feelin' that you owe them something
That's that fake ass shit I'm talkin' bout

Gotta get these niggas from around me before I close they mouth
Cause when blood draws, them niggas know where to be found
That's that fake shit I'm talkin' bout
Unconditional, that's what'll hold a nigga down

But I pray to my nigga that he make it to the homeland
This life is fucked up, these niggas fucked up
These bitches got me fucked up, I'm fucked up
Ever since they killed my nigga, love her fucked up

Double pint up in the soda, bitch, I'ma mix it up
But I'ma hold my head higher than the sky
Sendin' prayers to my niggas, I just might cry
These niggas envy, and I can see it in they eyes

But they don't know that
So if that nigga try to play me, I'ma push his shit back
Cause I got a lot of shit to lose in this life
Put a bag on top his head, nigga, fuck some stripes

I'm tryna bust that nigga head cause I can't sleep at night
And if I ever get locked up, bitch, I'ma slick with a knife
I got my book of the Quran, and I'ma hold it tight
Cause at the end of the day, it's either me or you

And I'ma protect my life, you know SB the crew
Bitch, I don't need no stripes, it go down, I shoot
And I'ma stack my chips, and I'ma buy a coupe
Cause when blood draws, them niggas know it'll be found

That's that fake shit I'm talkin' bout
Unconditional, that's what'll hold a nigga down
Only real niggas prevail in this shit, nigga
Cause when blood falls, them niggas know it'll be found

Unconditional love, it's really hard to be found
Ice cold heart, sittin' in the lost and found
Hard times came around, but I'm still a man though
Lucid dreams, I see them demons vividly

I think the grand re was tryna take a nigga crown
Sippin' lean through the night, smokin' Zod to the day
I pray to Lord I be straight, I want a Hellcat array
I want them diamonds on wrist, I wanna sit in East State

I wanna buy a whole city, I wanna be at East State
If you ain't with me, you against me, get the fuck out my face
I done peep all these niggas phony, they can't eat off my plate
Contract killers through the flip phone, chop a eat off his face

Left that wine, recognizable coppers couldn't make out her face
Cause when blood draws, them niggas know it'll be found
That's that fake shit I'm talkin' bout
Unconditional, that's what'll hold a nigga down

Cause when blood falls, them niggas know it'll be found
Unconditional love is really hard to be found

Written by:
Clifton Whitehorn

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