No Feelings (Explicit) - Too $hort/Bandaide/Mistah F.A.B.

Lyrics by：Todd Anthony Shaw/Stanley Cox/Tae Gardner/Ryan Matthew Hartung

Composed by：Todd Anthony Shaw/Stanley Cox/Tae Gardner/Ryan Matthew Hartung

Produced by：Ryan Hartung

Don't kill yourself I'm talkin' to you

And I don't pretend to know everything that you been through

But if it's shame you feel just know that I've sinned too

And if it's pain you're feeling just know that that's something I went through

I don't know your story but I know you and me are a lot alike

So let me talk to you for a minute while I got this mic

I was eighteen when I pulled a gun out

At the time it felt like my option

Cubs gettin' no sleep woo

He been tossin' and turnin' flashbacks

Hoppin' gates tossin' the burners flashback

Homicide tape on the corner flashback

His homie mama eyes all watered talkin' cold sweats

Stress nights depressed nigga

Chewin' things mood swings **** sex nigga

Loose things and loose strings sink ships nigga

Mind tuned to who on or who next nigga

Ah he forgive but he don't forget nope

He was locked up and you was ******* on his ***** uh- huh

Nope you didn't send a box you didn't send him **** uh- huh

Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit

C*****e d**e gang c*****e nigga

Tossed a burner when it blew the glass pane nigga frazzled

Seen the homie mama already feels the pain nigga

But once he left her he didn't feel a damn thing nigga

You know a young black man it's hard to stay alive

When I was sixteen I thought old was twenty- five

Now I'm twice that ain't nothin' really changed

I still watch my back just like I'm sixteen

Seen some sick things had to play it off

Lotta homies got killed had to take a loss

I hate funerals I don't wanna see you like that

Seen you two weeks ago and said I'd be right back

I got busy couldn't make it back that way

I heard you got shot the next day ****** me up

'Cause you was my homeboy for real though

I've been to too many ************* funerals

It's so much death out here

It's a fact we all livin' in fear **** that

What you gon' do with that strap

Protect yourself or shoot a nigga in the back *****

Ah he forgive but he don't forget

He was locked up and you was ******* on his *****

No you didn't send a box you didn't send him ****

Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit

C*****e d**e gang c*****e nigga

Tossed a burner when it blew the glass pane nigga

Seen the homie mama already feels the pain nigga

But once he left her he didn't feel a damn thing nigga

Yeah lost so many homies to the street it got me devastated

Said he 'bout to go get somethin' to eat but he never made it

I had to tell him he was good that's a lie

Closed his eyes and then I cried as I watched him die

It ain't no feelings in these streets man the love is gone

His heart is cold his daddy dead and his mother gone

Hidin' at his granny house until his cover blown

It ain't no feelings in these streets man the love is gone

I asked my cousin do he care if he live or die

He grabbed a strap he popped a pill it fired up his high

The streets got him paranoid and traumatized

Started laughin' said we all gotta die

Said feel my pain when you in the game can't let 'em play with you

Granny said pray he looked at her and said pray to who

Ran off on the plug and made a vow that he ain't gon' play the dude

Live by it die by it and let that cater shoot

Love from the hood

An honor only bestowed on those who showed the hood

The most unwavering of loyalties I'm talkin' street niggas

Most literally from cradle to grave

Most literally from corner to coroner

Most literally niggas who hug the block in their last moments gasping for air