No Love (Cold Corner 2)

Hand full of haters. - Know when I stop 'em, survivor
Of close calls though, I'm feelin like death's knockin'
Insides numb! - Thank God for music, my heads rockin'
Wasn't for that, I'd be lost now. - Racin' against the clock an'
I can see it in your smile you don't mean it. - Livin' foul is your secret!
Want me down on the cement? - Talent found, I'm a keep it!
My brother's keeper? - Keepin' my head above the water,
Life's a [bad word] beggin', - but I got nothin' for her!
Slaughter, - [bad word] outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller.
Rock sporter, give me floor space! - I'm a need a stupid flip,
There's money cars [bad word] an' jewels to get. - Let's do this [bad word] 
Look how my music hits! - I got that loouud on,
Sour diesel in a cloud gone, get ya style torn!
Heart crosses for body losses,
Stay in a better place, pro'ly bosses - with Ferrari horses.
I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown;
Livin' my dream. - Keep what you think, don't spoil it now!
I can sense the hate before the frown, ya born a clown!
Droppin' all 'em bricks off toilet, bound an' watered down!
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft,
In and out the B-tracks, intercourse through metaphors!
The Mack bridge, she get across, I met her jaws.
"5" star flaws "And Better" tours an' chedda toss.
My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party,
Pardon my partner! He pumped and ready to hurt somebody.
You send ya [bad word] to line me, you gon' lose ya Bonnie!
He no/know rude awakenin', you find me with the Ruger round me.

[Chorus:]
Uh! - R.I.P my [bad word]  - I'm a see you, when I see ya, (uhh!)
I'm holdin' it down here an' niggas still tryna be ya,
But, - but - there never'll be another crew like us,
Bottles in the air, gettin' high all I do is crush!
And till the day I'm dust, (day I'm dust!) - there'll be no love! (no love!)
No love! (no love!) - No love! (no love!) - Huuh! They ain't no more left... (they ain't no more left...)

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - [bad word]  pops, I miss you! - See you when I get there,
Wish I can tell you you were right, cause you ain't missin' [bad word] here!
Fans turned on me! - Never thought it'd be this weird,
Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up. - Look how I switch gears!
Swung the last ten, I'm a kill 'em the next 6 years!
Tryna block the pain with the liquor, my [bad word] sick scared.
R.I.P to Roster! - Salute with the choppa.
Remember us - young boys too loose of the Vodka!
Smokin' like I smoke now. - Now it's part of my intro,
Same [bad word] that we used to brush offs, hard on my mental.
Beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil,
They been borrowin' a while now. - Countin' the years I lent you!
I got the block poppin'. - And big [bad word] rock coppin'
throwin' and top droppin', just know when the cops watchin'.
These niggas will not stop him! - Struggle to find a way,
From birds eye jockin', I'm puffin' a dime a day!

[Chorus] [1: 12 minutes instrumental then beat stops]

[Movie Bites from Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues (1990) ":]
[Moe Flatbush:] What does it look like?
[Josh Flatbush:] It looks good.
[Moe Flatbush:] What the numbers look?
[Josh Flatbush:] The numbers look good, hmm! Numbers never lie.
[Moe Flatbush:] That, that's what I like about numbers. People start lyin' from the crib, but not numbers.
[Josh Flatbush:] Moe, the numbers never lie!
[Moe Flatbush:] Hahaahhh! But human beings?
[Josh Flatbush:] Human beings is another story.
[Moe Flatbush:]
That's rig