Songtext zu 'No Love Freestyle' von Phora

Yeah, rest in peace to my brothers, hope it ain't me next
Niggas, they talkin' on me, just a bunch of rejects
Look, I told you in 2012: Keep a small circle
Now I'm learning the people closest, they'll all hurt you, uh
So I stopped trying to understand

Or maybe, I got sick of holding other people's hands
But, shout out to the family, and, shout out to the fans
And, shout out to my lawyer for executing these plans
Niggas get complacent then get mad when they replaced
I need you for the energy, I need you for the hate

You and I are not the same, I found out you a snake
Thought that we was family, but you cannot relate, yeah
I know they tryna get at me, hopin' karma would catch me
Thought that you had my back, turned around, found out you stabbed me
That's why it's hard for me to love somebody
And they wonder why I never fuckin' trust nobody

'Cause I'm, over you niggas, I disowned all you niggas
I paid the motherfuckin' rent and used to home all you niggas
Paid for the groceries and put food on the stove for you niggas
Funny, I'm rich without you, almost went broke for you niggas
But why am I the only one to never leave and forgive?
Why am I the lonely one to always deal with this shit?
I'm so tired, I can't take it, I can't fake it

I'm makin' sure the album is perfect, no time wasted
Domino effect, chain reaction I see 'em leavin' now
Changin' like seasons now, they use me and I see it now
They say the fakest people the ones that you be around
Gave 'em everythin' that they wanted, so they don't need me now

Fuck it, that's my mistake
I see 'em tryna hate
I'm in the studio daily, bitch I ain't got no brakes
I had a girl, you might've heard, but that got in the way
And I would have all these friends, if I begged them to stay
Yeah

Yeah, yeah
They tried to take me down, but it's Yours Truly, and I'll never forfeit
Now I just think back to the days before I made the Forbes list
When I was ridin' down your block on the Honda Accord shit
No money in my pockets, I couldn't afford shit
But shout out to EG for settin' up the plays, and

Shout out to 6ix, for being there when I'm wasted
Shout out G-Eazy for our last conversation
If it wasn't for him, I'd be hanging in the basement
Anthro in the stu', loadin' the beat up
Coffin in the cut, getting' faded, rollin' the weed up
They try to imitate what we doing, they'll never be us

Yours Truly 'til the day I die, fuck who don't need us
Southern California hustler, raised from the dirt, uh
Shout out to my mama, 'cause she always put me first
Rest in peace to Nipsey Hussle, he showed me my worth
When Kobe passed away, I swear to God, I felt the earth just
Stop for a minute, I was lost for a minute

Prayed to God, and I swear I heard him talk for a minute
He told me: Pray for my enemies, 'cause they ain't so different
And he told me: Pray for the world, 'cause all of us in it, yeah
4 A.M. drives in the streets that I used to sleep in
I see a couple faces of people that's in the deep end
Drownin', partyin' nightly, Monday through weekends
While I be in the studio workin' late while they sleep in
But really, I started rappin' to help the fam' out

Now I drop a hoodie, my city they come and camp out
Used to sit in my bucket, dreamin' how shit would pan out
Now she say she miss me, I pull up and pull the Lamb' out
Album almost done, and I'm stressin' locked in my room
I really came from nothing my nigga, how can I lose?
I wrote this song for anyone hurtin', this one's for you
All you need to know is With Love 2's coming soon
Yours Truly, yeah