Love Me No More lyrics

by

Ron Browz


[Verse 1]
They love you when you up but they hate you when you broke n*gga
Where the f*ck was you when I was sleeping on the floor n*gga
Back in '09 put the game in a choke n*gga
Real sh*t and rappers took notes n*gga
Time to kill this Waka can't rap sh*t I ain't no joke n*gga
They like where you been in the booth cooking coke n*gga
Came back crack I just hit it with a fork n*gga
Y'all must've forgot that I'm still a New York n*gga, squad
I done changed the whole f*cking sound of rap
All of these other n*gga just a bunch of copy cats
Shout out to Khaled for making this hot song
But now that I got on it it's going right in the body bag
n*ggas ain't gangsta most these n*ggas feminine
Fronting like they hard but we knowing that they impotent
What you trying to sell n*gga I don't buy that [?] sh*t
Every thing a lie nothing real in their sentences
I got real n*ggas in the jail serving sentences

b*tches want to know what's going on I always send them pics
Always answer all their calls they just want to reminisce
And talk about the feeling the first time a Rollie hit my wrist
Before the deals moving weight like fitness
But feel in love with rap money cause it made a n*gga rich
First they love you then they don't, why you hurting n*gga flip
But when you on they want to come around and reap the benefits
They ain't believe in me they said I wouldn't hit I'll miss
Look at me now I got a middle of December wrist
How you haters feel now bet you didn't picture this
Shopping sprees every day no reason for a Christmas list
And it got me started now I got to finish it
Its mines cause I bought these n*ggas just renting sh*t
These n*ggas just talking, me I'm really living it
We used to eat Ramen now its steaks for the dinner dish
Pull up in that ghost like everyday is Halloween
These n*gga jealous just like the Celtics all these n*ggas green
Thank God for the blessings and the real ones in my team
Balling like the Spurs in the finals trying to get a ring
n*gga you don't want no problems unless you a mathematician
I suggest you don't bother, try me if you want to
You get boped like a father
My aim is on track like a martyr
Real rap bang sayonara
Speak with my actions I ain't ever been a talker
Never on the bench since a youngin was a starter
Blood gang real write n*gga I'm an author
Really with the sh*ts like Nino and the Carter
Squad
Who these n*ggas sleeping on not me I ain't no mattress
Damn, Timmy bad, you was an actress
Forever counting money I got a money habit
Still the same n*gga only thing that changed was my address
Squad
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