Yeah, you know man,
shit is real out here, man
You know what saying,
my arms be workin'
and all that
You know what I'm saying,
pops was never there,
he was never around
You know what mean,
he a faggot -ass nigga
anyways
You know what I'm saying,
as far as I'm concerned
You know what mean,
you been holdin' niggas down for the longest
You know what I mean,
thousand dollar shopping sprees and all that wild shit
You know what I'm saying,
I love you, my dude
You know what I'm saying,
you my older brother,
B
You know what I'm saying,
niggas just gotta continue prosperin'
But it was never no love in the room,
that's where I'm talkin'
Yeah, it's things that I've
been through in my life
Born in
Flatbush,
Brooklyn
Yeah, huh, check it out
Rampaging from a broken home
My pops was a rolling stone
My moms was never home,
me and my brother left alone
Eating oodles and noodles and macaroni
No food on my table,
me and my brother was hungry
I was forced to hit the block
Psy introduced me to rocks
Nickel bags bustin' out my socks
I was focused like I
was locked in a box
I'm a young dude, I got this street hot
Me and my brother,
cookin' them things up in the pot
I wish my family was together
I wish relationship was better
But I had to get this cheddar
Now I'm back up on the
block with a real vendetta
I gotta hustle in all types of weather
Real sick, more than my dick
Me and my chick, I got a bag full of bricks
Sitting on the table,
watching each other
Feeling kinda sorry for my
baby brother
There's no love in the room
No love in the room
Mama's gone her way,
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
No love in the room
I'm on
New
York
Ave, cops tryna get me to sell
No one investigate me or take me to jail
They wanna know how I'm killin' the cell
So grind me with it with dirt in my nails
Me and my brother, gon' burn in hell
I'm in apartment 4D with
pounds in the scale
It's 8 o 'clock, I gotta take him to school
I gotta grab my knapsack
plus a couple of clues
The streets ain't raisin' no fool
I'm low -key and I'm not
tryna make the news
I'm not flaunty with
it, I don't rock jewels
I'm street wise, plus I know the rules I'm laid back,
I watch every move
I don't want my future son to walk in my shoes I'm 18,
of course I pay dues
4
G's a week, I'm not trying to lose
Sitting on the table,
watching each other
Feeling kind of sorry for my
baby brother
There's no love in the room
No love in the room
Mama's gone her way,
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
No love in the room
Move my brother to a two -bedroom
Four blocks away from
Grant's tomb
I'm doing the bid in the middle of
June
Take a couple of stacks,
don't wanna fall between the cracks
Ramp, I'm locked up, picture that I'm hood rich,
I'm never lookin' back
It's just me and this four -door app
Glove compartment is filled with crack
And the trunk is filled with smack
If a soldier get caught,
you know it's a wrap
I'm all in it, drivin' the speed limit
This is the life, money, I gotta get it
The streets is in my blood, I never quit it
This is for the hustlers that bullshit it
Once again, I'm back up in the struggle
On your block, movin' with the motha
Sittin' down with baby,
watchin' each other
Feelin' kinda sorry for my
baby brother
There's no love in the room
No love in the room
Mama's gone her way,
daddy's gone his I wonder how long it's been since they've kissed
No love in the room
You