No Love

**[VERSE 1]**  
The gutter's my tutor, death my recruiter  
Crack babies grow up to be looters and shooters  
Palm full of scars where the fiends kissed the ruler  
Every hood got a cross and a ghost in the sewer  
Mom's tears turn to ice in the winter  
Pops' last words was "don't be no sinner"  
But the devil don't bargain with poor-ass beginners  
Now my .44 sing like a church choir singer  
**[HOOK]**  
Streetz don't love you (nah) they just use you (facts)  
Turn your dreams to dust then they'll abuse you (trapped)  
Either eat the weak or the weak get chewed  
My life's a black rose - grew up out the glue  
**[VERSE 2]**  
Feds tap my line like a bad percussion  
Every homie I buried was a bloodless lesson  
The block's a chess board - pawns get depressed then  
End up chalk outlines askin' heaven questions  
I play God with these nickel-plated scriptures  
Turn snitch dreams to funeral pictures  
The game's wicked but the wicked get richer  
My conscience died with my baby sister  
**[BRIDGE]**  
They told me "stop the violence"  
But violence fed my children  
The system built these trenches  
Now judge me for the killin'?  
**[VERSE 3]**  
Third generation trap house resident  
CPS cases and absent presidents  
The fiends pray to me like I'm heaven-sent  
While the coroner vans make their regular visits  
My legacy? Bloodstains on project bricks  
Youngins recite my rhymes like crucifix  
The streets birthed me - a demon hybrid  
When I die, let the opps throw roses to witness  
**[OUTRO]**  
The end of the story? Probably tragic  
Another black king wrapped in plastic magic  
But tonight I'm alive - semi-automatic  
Spittin' flames at the world that made me savage  

Muddy basslines, haunting vocal samples, triple-time flows over crushing snares for that sinister street sermon vibe