7Cree - No Love [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Ain't no love here, nigga ain't no love here)
(no love)

[Verse1:7Cree]
Now don't expect for me to play it cool
Been in the Jeffrey Manor since grammar school (way back)
100th and Yates where niggas bust shots by the bus stop
Better be from this block or get off at another bus stop
Cause ain't no love here
Just gun smoke and bullet fragments
Dread heads saggin' thirsty for the trigger action
Seem its a niggas passion, roll up on some niggas lackin'
No lip smackin' just shots fired and you know what happen
That gun fire is more common than the birds chirpin'
You hear that car skirtin' then that automatic twerkin'
(Damn, damn) Now her child dancing with the stars
Growing up here is so hard I bet it change who you are
Same niggas yellin' squad will put the hands in ya jar
Take yo cookies and snitch on you, now yo ass behind bars
Gotta watch out for the serpents Lurkin' no lie
But If you a real ass nigga than you outta recognize

[Hook1:7Cree]
Better recognize, recognize, recognize
That girl ain't yo girl and that nigga ain't yo guy
Better recognize recognize, open up yo eyes
Pay attention to the lies nigga
Don't trust these hoes, keep yo eyes on yo friends
Same niggas claim they got you, be plotting on yo end
Better recognize recognize recognize
(little nigga!)
These streets don't love you love you
Man them niggas ain't yo friends
(Man them niggas ain't yo friends)
Man them bitches don't love you love you
Nigga in the end
(Know that, know that)
Ain't no love here, nigga ain't no love here
(repeat3x)
No love, no love, no love


[Verse2:7Cree]
It seem like the same niggas who claim they gotcha'
Be the main ones that deserve a "Oscar"
Look at these niggas and you see the puppet strings
They claim they married to the streets but the streets don't wear the ring
Yet they give it everything and end up stretched out on the pavement
Niggas snitchin' on they own for a small payment
What you niggas still looking for love in these streets fo'?
A bunch of Clown fishes still looking for "Nemo" (naw)

[Hook1]

[Verse2:Cee-Stacks]
Now I can give a fuck about another nigga
Growing up they always said I was a money getta'
Momma taught me fuck em' Granny taught me get'em
And runnin' through the streets taught me I should keep a pistol
And keep my distance from these fuck niggas
I don't trust niggas, spot'em up at anytime that's a jump shot nigga
Steph Curry with the pump, droppin' tre's with the trigger
These niggas with the rats like they name was "Stuart Little"
And I can never feel 'em pillow talkin' with these bitches
Man I can't even kiss 'em and they ballin fo' these bitches
Man I won't even diss 'em
Cause I'm focused on my money and they never help me get it
The streets cold hearted, show no love if you don't get it
Cause a nigga will get you a sentence
When you go from broke to stacking money winnin'
Its best to keep yo distance fo' you come up missin'
Either go and get yours or become a victim
Cause its cut-throat the niggas with you
Just might say somethin' when you jammed up
Get you blammed up
It's get that money first understand that
If you real nigga you gone have to run this back (Huh)

[Hook1]