Yung Bleu - Running Out of Love

You know it's a lot of
Shit I don't speak on
But this that Bleu Vandross shit, nigga
(A$tod, you cooked this?)
We finna touch the motherfuckin' streets
I think I'm running out of love now
I think I'm running out (Bitch)

Stick talk
These niggas know I'm with that stick talk
No, I ain't tired
But I spent twenty on my exhaust
He tried to run them plays on me
He got picked off
Interception, T hold my drink 'cause
I ain't finished flexin'
I just bought a house, I paid cash for it
Streets made me rich, I never asked for it
How the fuck you 'posed to love me
You don't love yourself?
Everybody, they disappeared when
I needed help
And grandma told me don't cry
'cause God got it gotta believe in myself
You know I'm hardbody
Yeah, nigga, I was raised in the ghetto
No hot water, we couldn't even
Bathe in the ghetto, uh
They gon' put extension on them
K's in the ghetto sunny days in the ghetto
Never last, so we hustled to
Get paid in the ghetto, yeah
Pistol close in hand my lil' homie
He got murdered by his closest man

I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put
That on my dead brothers
I beat that pussy from the back
'cause we used to be lovers
Murder for hire, I'm scarred
We used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating
Left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put
That on my dead brothers
I beat that pussy from the back
'cause we used to be lovers
Murder for hire, I'm scarred
We used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating
Left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
(Tell 'em my story)

Raindrops fallin', bad bitches be callin'
It's a drought up in my hood
And the feds keep callin'
Baby mama on my ass
But the bread keep callin'
Pop a Perky just to make
A nigga head stop throbbin'
Tell me can you see (Tell me, tell me, you)
All this pain in me? (All this pain in me)
Tell me, can you see it, can you see it?
I just had a shootout in the 'partment
Four deep in the Honda
Hid my dope in the compartment (Skrrt)
Plus I got that iron, man
On my Tony Stark shit
Hangin' in the alleyway, drug dealin'
I ain't see no better way
Streets never loved me
Once you turn twenty-five, you an OG, yeah
Tinted windows, tryna hide from the police
Tell me, do you wanna see a young nigga win?
I told you on Investments 3
I had too many friends
Plus every dollar that I make
Is gone in the wind been tryna talk to God
I think I did too many sins
And if we spin they block tonight
Bet we gon' spin again

I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put
That on my dead brothers
I beat that pussy from the back
'cause we used to be lovers
Murder for hire, I'm scarred
We used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating
Left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
I know these niggas scared of us
I'ma get money and I put
That on my dead brothers
I beat that pussy from the back
'cause we used to be lovers
Murder for hire, I'm scarred
We used to be brothers
We used to be brothers
I think I'm running out of love now
Niggas been hating
Left my niggas in the slums now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now
Used to have hoop dreams
But now we selling drugs now

Written by:
Astod, Jeremy Biddle

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