Less Loved

[Part I]

[Intro: Carissa's Wierd]

I still don't feel quite—, I still don't feel quite at home in my bed

Can't help but wonder if you're proud of what you did

[Verse 1: Nettspend]

Yeah, you chattin' on the net' when you talkin' down on Nett'

In that fast car fuckin' up a check

All my brothers in this bitch, when we jumpin' out a jet

And my brother drunk as fuck I told him he can’t drive the Benz

But I’m off off two perc pills, I could drive Benz

In New York City, me and Polo' off a Tech'

And my brothers—, And my brothers—, And my brothers in that fast car fuckin' up a check

I can’t take you 'round my area 'cause I’m really fucking stressed

All these bad bitches only tryna flex—, tryna flеx

In NY, but I’m only tryna flex and—, i'm only tryna flex like—, i'm only tryna flеx

I'm steady, i'm tryna flex for what?

Yeah, you talkin' around my back, you must be fuckin' high

Roll that 3.5 in the Benz, now we high

Shoutout 3500, witchgang and the guys

[Verse 2: Hooligan Lou]

I still don't feel the way that I once did

Can’t help but wonder if I’m haunted

I mean I’ve tried everything besides saying I loved her

Talk down on Hooli' you’ll end up in a lake

And where you’re at they’ll ponder

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Hooligan Lou]

Yeah my [?], you can't hold me

Hip-hops first wizard, I'm the O.G

Lived in the [?], homie it was lonely

This is the first beat by Joeyy

If it was a contest, it'd be Loved Less

I'll probably win, don't be upset

Try not to talk, let me enjoy the sunset

Or I'm gonna put my knife set on your [?]

Step-bro, what are you doing?

[?] paper, I'm pursuing

Everyone wanted Jordans, I got [?]

[?], TikTok, CashApp got you drooling

Dollar, dollar, [?]

Said I'm a jerk, [?]

So I hit the Dougie

And I was on the phone with Based God, so my life complete

It's the closest thing I've ever seen to Jesus trying to speak

Lost my faith, I'm getting weak

And I love God

These labels wanna push a fable on you, a facade

Stop making TikToks, [?] go out, get a job

I got called corny by a corn on the cob

But sometimes I don't wanna rap like this

And sometimes I just wanna rap like that

Haters [?] on my name

[?] my dick

If that pill got [?] 20 milligrams, then I'm taking it

Real deal, [?] I was off the pills, In the [?] with the Pilgrims

[?] get off my [?]

People that don't know me talk about me talk about me, and I don't know why

You should try and get to know me, I'm a heck of a guy

Look at me, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was so faded, and I guess I really wanna

[?], Dolce & Gabbana

Louis, [?], [?], Gucci and Balenciaga

[?] like wow, [?] like a party

My ass fat? shit, I'm sorry

[?] she told me she would be my shawty, ever since then I've been salty

I'm tired of pretending everyone is my friend

Everyone betrays me, and turns to be a [?]

My girl slays queen

You're a sled

[?] you go running through my head

Do your dance, damn, damn, do your damn dance

Do your damn, damn, damn, do your damn dance

Do your damn dan- dance, do your damn dance

Do your damn dan- dan-, do your damn

I skreet, and tell me how I'm underground

[?], but you can't hide a pound

My fate is music

Your mistake was music

[Outro]

I’m looking for the blue M30s. People call them the percs, but I believe they're fentanyl. Anyways, I'll be here, I'm a homeless man, hi, excuse me please[?]