I ain’t got nothing to prove with
I really stuck with the movement
I never switched on my dawgs
But I knew that money will move em
I really stayed true to myself
When I ain’t nothing to move with
But look at me now
I’m dripped to the ground
And these h*** is all on my pool stick
I never played with the fake n*****
I was out I was down in the game
Then I hit the three point and I changed
Claimed my sauce then I flooded a chain
They mad That I pulled in the range
Better hope they ain’t into my range
Cause ain’t no vest gonna protect
When this tech
Is piercing ya brain
I walk around like 100 thou
These n***** could never style on me
Can’t help that these n*****
Went foul on me
Can’t help that these b***** pile on me
Can’t help that the n***** went left and left
Can’t help that they sat and I took the steps
Can’t help that they broke and I made a check
Play with mines Ima swerve and come take ya breath...
They won’t get no love they won’t get no love!
They won’t get no love
They took my bro
They ain’t Even show up
I ain’t gon fold up
They Won’t Get No Love