No Feelings (feat. Bandaide & Mistah F.A.B.)

Don't kill yourself, I'm talkin' to you

And I don't pretend to know everything that you been through

But if it's shame you feel, just know that I've sinned too

And if it's pain you're feeling, just know that that's something I went through

I don't know your story, but I know you and me are a lot alike

So let me talk to you for a minute while I got this mic

I was eighteen when I pulled a gun out

At the time it felt like my option

Cuz gettin' no sleep (Woo)

He been tossin' and turnin' (Flashbacks)

Hoppin' gates, tossin' the burner (Flashbacks)

Homicide tape on the corner (Flashback)

His homie mama eyes all watered, talkin' cold sweats

Stress nights, depressed, ****

Chewin' things, mood swings, fuck sex, ****

Loose things and loose strings, sink ships, ****

Mind tuned to who on or who next, ****

Ah, he forgive but he don't forget (Nope)

He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh)

Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh)

Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit

Cocaine, dope gang, cocaine, ****

Tossed a burner when it blew the glass pane, ****

Seen the homie mama already feels the pain, ****

But once he left her he didn't feel a damn thing, ****

When you a young black man, it's hard to stay alive

When I was sixteen, I thought old was twenty-five

Now I'm twice that, ain't nothin' really changed

I still watch my back, just like I'm sixteen

Seen some sick things, had to play it off

Lotta homies got killed, had to take a loss

I hate funerals, I don't wanna see you like that

Seen you two weeks ago and said I'd be right back

I got busy, couldn't make it back that way

I heard you got shot the next day, fucked me up

'Cause you was my homeboy for real though

I've been to too many motherfuckin' funerals

It's so much death out here

It's a fact, we all livin' in fear, fuck that

What you gon' do with that strap?

Protect yourself or shoot a **** in the back, bitch

Ah, he forgive but he don't forget (Nope)

He was locked up and you was fuckin' on his bitch (Uh-huh)

Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (Uh-huh)

Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit

Cocaine, dope gang, cocaine, ****

Tossed a burner when it blew the glass pane, ****

Seen the homie mama already feels the pain, ****

But once he left her, he didn't feel a damn thing, ****

Yeah, lost so many homies to the street, it got me devastated

Said he 'bout to go get somethin' to eat, but he never made it

I had to tell him he was good, that's a lie

Closed his eyes and then I cried as I watched him die

It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone

His heart is cold, his daddy dead, and his mother gone

Hidin' at his granny house until his cover blown

It ain't no feelings in these streets, man, the love is gone

I asked my cousin do he care if he live or die?

He grabbed a strap, he popped a pill, it fired up his high

The streets got him paranoid and traumatized

Started laughin', said, "We all gotta die"

Said, "Feel my pain when you in the game, can't let 'em play with you"

Granny said, "Pray," he looked at her and said, "Pray to who?"

Ran off on the plug and made a vow that he ain't gon' play the dude

Live by it, die by it, and let that cater shoot

Love from the hood

An honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood

The most unwavering of loyalties, I'm talkin' street ****

Most literally from cradle to grave

Most literally from corner to coroner

Most literally **** who hug the block in their last moments gasping for air