Yeah, ahem!
Look
Ain’t no love in the city
Why you think it’s always fucked up and shitty?
In my town everybody tryna fuck up the city
Well congratulations, oaks, y’all really fucked up the city
Some of it is a pity, you fool
Mr. T would probably get me
I’m the king, believe it or not, I am not Ripley
I don’t give a shit, I know I am too litty
For all the fuck-shit, y’all should ketch up with me
‘Cause this hot-dog sauced up with the mustard
Y’all still vibing and rocking with all the little all the little suckers
Lotta y’all on sucker shit, while shawty tryna suck my dick
And I am down, long as shawty make me fall in love and shit
But I could never love a bitch as long as she from Gabs
A heart is something that nobody in this city has
I call Gabs “Blade City” ‘cause this city a stab
Whether ke mapantsola, or that slit in the back
Backstabbers, backed ‘em back, turned my back back and…
Moved forward, looked forward, never tracked backwards
I don’t need to vent to a friend, I have my backwoods
But the gang still tied, Frnce mad backed-up
Fronting niggas, fronting bitches, better back-back up
If you infiltrating my energy, better pack up
I don’t need that baggage, I am tryna get my bag up
If it doesn’t push my passion then that shit a slack-up
Damn, I’m lekker
Sorry, got carried away back to the matter
If that matter don’t matter to my matters it don’t matter
Soul food and food for thought, are my favorite platters
I don’t feed on shit that’s as typical as these rappers
I don’t talk to typical bitches, fuck what’s her status
Still yet to find another that’s up to my standard
If she a standard bitch, I keep the shit standard
Hit me up only to hit it, ‘cause I’m no chatter
Bitches ain’t shit for real, a simple fact, love
Your shawty still gon’ do whatever behind your back, bruv
While you thinking she got your back, when her back snapped up
With another ‘cause he racked up, or ‘cause he handsome
These bitches be way more filtered than that Snapchat stuff
That is why I’m only committed to getting cash up
When I am committed, I give it all that I have, love
So why give it my everything when we probably won’t last, love?
When I’ve got something, and everything else that I have going on
Gotta stay focused, I’m in the trap, love
Got a lot to deal with, why you think I’m always danked up?
I got love for my city, I’ll always rep Ma-Geba
As I love, I won’t front to myself about no “back-love”
Funny how in the city they pull up with that front
Like they got my back, they capping, still they’re hats’ off
Every time I rap, my punchline knock your cap off
Ugh! Most of y’all truly lost my respect
You whack niggas in the game got the people upset
Ironic niggas like- (ugh!) -tainted the word “lekhete”
Wouldn’t be shocked if you rocked with Ozi, le rata “lerete”
And Ban-T, mxm! Nah, fuck giving ‘em clout
‘Cause these niggas ain’t about what they’re spitting about
I’m undoubtedly taking over, while you’re still in doubt
If your favorite rappers heard me, know they feeling my sound
Every day that I wake up
It’s time to get this cake up
My mind is locked on getting the bag
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ live forever
All that other shit’s whatever
Fuck whoever got a problem Frnce
Look, I need bae to give that cake up
To me we gotta make love
‘Cause it ain’t love in the heart of Gabs
When you love, they gon’ think that you’re silly
‘Cause, ain’t no love in the heart of the city, for real
Ain’t no love, in the heart of the city, yeah, yeah
(Ain’t no love in here)
Ain’t no love, in the heart of town
(Ain’t no mo’fucking love around here)
I said, ain’t no love, in the heart of the city, yeah
(Ain’t no motherfucking love around here, yeah)
Ain’t no love, in the heart of town
(Ain’t no mother-mo’-, look!)
Ain’t no love, in the heart of the city, yeah
I said, ain’t no love, in the heart of town
Look, ain’t no love, in the heart of the city, yeah, yeah-yeah
Ain’t no love, in the heart of town
