No Love For A Thug Kodak Black
"No Love For A Thug" by Kodak Black, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of betrayal, street life, and the struggles of being a thug. The lyrics reflect feelings of isolation and the harsh realities of his environment. Unique elements include Kodak's distinctive flow and emotive delivery, resonating with listeners facing similar challenges. The song contributes to discussions about loyalty and the consequences of street culture.
[Chorus]
I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy
Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word
I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it
I'm goin' through changes
You better know where you aimin'
You better know where you came in
You better know where I came from
Sometimes I hate that I'm famous
But I'm in love with this paper
[Verse 1]
I'm pushin' violence, but really I just need a hug
I wanna feel wanted, not taken advantage of
Like, seriously, I'm wonderin', is there no love for a thug?
Do anybody got a soft spot for a menacе?
I know I met her at the club 'causе I put my heart in it
I've been lookin' for a way out this world that I'm given
I had a serious conversation with my dog L.O.E. Shimmy
He said, "It's impossible to catch thirty bodies in a month"
The streets done changed, shit ain't the same the way we do our killin'
And dude hate me, I don't even glitch, just say, "Just smoke a blunt"
I told Shimmy I can't tell, I think we goin' to hell anyways
I turned a demon just recent and you was what I should just face it, ayy
I ain't the person I'm put out to be
The streets done changed me, it's too late, done got too far from me
The fake love soured me, it chewed me up, spit me out, devoured me
I'm fucked up
I fell out with my homie, I lost my baby girl
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy
Shit got crazy, we found out about my baby boy, my baby boy
Lord knows that I'm lonely, I never say a word
I'm tryna act like I'm happy, I'm tryna fake it
I'm goin' through changes
You better know where you aimin'
You better know where you came in
You better know where I came from
Sometimes I hate that I'm famous
But I'm in love with this paper
[Verse 1]
I'm pushin' violence, but really I just need a hug
I wanna feel wanted, not taken advantage of
Like, seriously, I'm wonderin', is there no love for a thug?
Do anybody got a soft spot for a menacе?
I know I met her at the club 'causе I put my heart in it
I've been lookin' for a way out this world that I'm given
I had a serious conversation with my dog L.O.E. Shimmy
He said, "It's impossible to catch thirty bodies in a month"
The streets done changed, shit ain't the same the way we do our killin'
And dude hate me, I don't even glitch, just say, "Just smoke a blunt"
I told Shimmy I can't tell, I think we goin' to hell anyways
I turned a demon just recent and you was what I should just face it, ayy
I ain't the person I'm put out to be
The streets done changed me, it's too late, done got too far from me
The fake love soured me, it chewed me up, spit me out, devoured me
I'm fucked up
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