No Love

[Intro: Roc Marciano]

Moments like these make it all worth it

Yeah, baby

Huh, Marc, baby

Yeah, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]

Countless nights heard the sound of mice

Runnin' through the white rice

Now we Tom Brown down with the stripes

Here's some sound advice

Niggas don't even sound right

From slingin' powder, I was tryna get out the life

Kind of like Supafly, my heart is ice

My future's bright, but I can't see it through the fog

At times you question if you believe in God

I was shown a sign, but it wasn't in the sky my guy (uh uh)

Nah, ain't no love on the block

They say love is blind, but it's not

It's in my son and mother's eyes but none of y'alls

My bitch smell like Chanel No. 9

Who can you trust when everyone just want they ducks in line?

The drug game dry, these younger thots got butt jobs

The lye made my eyes bloodshot (bloodshot)

I bust shots from out somethin', butterscotch and what not

They love the Louis jacket color block, I'm a juggernaut

I was knocked with the rubber Glock but it wasn't mine

The D.A. looked the judge in the eyes and lied, bottom line

My lil' sly from Harlem shot her in the thigh (pah)

To write what I scribe means spending time on the wild side

A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly (fly, baby)

A leap of faith is needed to learn how to fly, nigga

[Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate]

Shit was sweet once I swooped off her feet

Out in BK at the Barclay's Center, front row seats

Gramercy Tavern, eating at Philippe's

We used to be 'bout chicken, but now all we do it beef

She was witnessin' me whippin' up that feast

Took up diamonds in her ear when I flooded my Jesus piece

Trips overseas, exotic V's

She's erotic with that pistol how she cock and squeeze

Put it on the block and she move the D

She ain't fuckin' with them ops cause she loyal to me

Nine in her purse, forty Glock under the seat

Drama and beef put blood bottoms on her feet

Yeah she chocolate, but ain't nothing sweet

And she quick to pop it (pop it)

Never out of pocket

All about her profit (profit)

[Outro: Knowledge the Pirate]

Yeah, baby (yeah, baby)

Here-Here's a few gifts for you, I mean, shit, I mean, you earned these, though, baby, I mean (you deserve these)

Aw, don't start the cryin', baby, I mean, you know, shit, you know, this is just equality, baby

I mean, you deserve all of these things, baby, you earned 'em, work hard