[Chorus]
How to write my story, Not no love story
N***as hate behind my back they don't got love for me
Bitches ain't no different they ain't got non for me
To my whole life looking for love but what is love to me?

[Verse 1]
To a n***a that never had shit i got it out the mud
To these n***as i got this, if they take mine
Imma give them slodge
And just like pac shit got me starring at the world, through my rare view
If money talking volumes please speak up, cause i can't hear you
Bitches broke my heart so much when i was broke, I don't know who cupid is
I'm a new one all the time if you aren't here baby I'm used to this
See daddy i understand but i ain't never feeling
Cause I'm gonna be fucking another bitch given no reasons (ayy)

[Refrain]
Wish i could change but i can't
And i know it's not your fault, but all this pain on my chest
But if they pain me to rest today i know i die a real n***a
Mama probably crying, brother wishing i was still with him

[Verse 2]
Papa probably shake is head like damn that was a real n***a
Since 2018 believe in kickin probably still sippin
He probably guilt tripping, I'm glad that he's still living (yeah)
I'm just glad that he still livin
Too crazy when you turn the other cheek
How you can see the hate, preach I'm a tiffany
N***as i know they be ain't see the day
That you full of me you weren't were they at coz they ain't leave this place
One of my homies tried to pull an enemy cause i need this space
[Chorus]
How to write my story, Not no love story
N***as hate behind my back they don't got love for me
Bitches ain't no different they ain't got non for me
To my whole life looking for love but what is love to me?

[Verse 3]
I was just like you running my [?] Sixteen
Now I'm running in a brand new ten speed
Proper love for the streets part too
Pride say she hurt you, I see it all in his sons too
I can never trust again, love again, fuck again, Imma have you run it up
Stack money, stay lowkey trust no one
[?] my son to them
I can see myself in the same position as last year (yeah)
Yeah new n***a in the same position as last year (yeah)
Yeah [?]
Gotta make more than i did last year yeah
Ayy, so imma go more
You n***a one mind them n***as to ever hit them streets no more
To then ball like Tony Romo
But he hopping out the photo
To get shots he talking photos
Yeah blicky on the yoyo
But we all know n***as, but i understand you n***as
We all grew up from pain i prolly [?] my n***a
If they won't let us [?]
Chopper hit like a [?] n***a
Do you damage n***a,cause we some damaged n***as (hmm)(ayy)
[Refrain]
Wish i could change but i can't
And i know it's not your fault, but all this pain on my chest
But if they pain me to rest today i know i die a real n***a
Mama probably crying, brother wishing i was still with him

[Chorus]
How to write my story, Not no love story
N***as hate behind my back they don't got love for me
Bitches ain't no different they ain't got non for me
To my whole life looking for love but what is love to me?