Running Out of Love Yung Bleu

[Intro]
You know it's a lot of shit I don't speak on
But this that Bleu Vandross shit, nigga
(A$tod, you cooked this?)
We finna touch the motherfuckin' streets
I think I'm running out of love now
I think I'm running out (Bitch)

[Verse 1]
Stick talk, these niggas know I'm with that stick talk
No, I ain't tired, but I spent twenty on my exhaust
He tried to run them plays on me, he got picked off
Interception, T hold my drink 'cause I ain't finished flexin'
I just bought a house, I paid cash for it
Streets made me rich, I never asked for it
How the fuck you 'posed to love me, you don't love yourself?
Everybody, they disappeared when I needed help
And grandma told me don't cry, 'cause God got it
Gotta believe in myself, you know I'm hardbody
Yeah, nigga, I was raised in the ghetto
No hot water, we couldn't even bathe in the ghetto, uh
They gon' put extension on them K's in the ghetto
Sunny days in the ghetto
Never last, so we hustled to get paid in the ghetto, yeah
Pistol close in hand
My lil' homie, he got murdered by his closest man