B.Frnce - The City (Freestyle) lyrics

Yeah, ahem!

Look ain’t no love in the city
Why you think it’s always
Fucked up and shitty?
In my town everybody tryna fuck up the city
Well congratulations, oaks
Y’all really fucked up the city
Some of it is a pity, you fool
Mr t would probably get me
I’m the king, believe it or not
I am not Ripley
I don’t give a shit, I know I am too litty
For all the fuck-shit
Y’all should ketch up with me
‘Cause this hot dog sauced
Up with the mustard
Y’all still vibing and rocking with all
The little all the little suckers
Lotta y’all on sucker shit
While shawty tryna suck my dick


And I am down
Long as shawty make me fall in love and shit
But I could never love a bitch
As long as she from Gabs
A heart is something that nobody
In this city has
I call Gabs "Blade City" ‘cause
This city a stab whether ke mapantsola
Or that slit in the back
Backstabbers, backed ‘em back
Turned my back back and
Moved forward, looked forward
Never tracked backwards
I don’t need to vent to a friend
I have my backwoods
But the gang still tied, Frnce mad backed-up
Fronting niggas, fronting bitches
Better back back up
If you infiltrating my energy, better pack up
I don’t need that baggage
I am tryna get my bag up
If it doesn’t push my passion
Then that shit a slack-up damn, I’m lekker
Sorry, got carried away back to the matter
If that matter don’t matter to
My matters it don’t matter
Soul food and food for thought
Are my favorite platters
I don’t feed on shit that’s
As typical as these rappers
I don’t talk to typical bitches
Fuck what’s her status
Still yet to find another that’s
Up to my standard if she a standard bitch
I keep the shit standard
Hit me up only to hit it
‘cause I’m no chatter
Bitches ain’t shit for real, a simple fact
Love your shawty still gon’ do
Whatever behind your back, bruv
While you thinking she got your back
When her back snapped up
With another ‘cause he racked up
Or ‘cause he handsome
These bitches be way more filtered
Than that Snapchat stuff
That is why I’m only committed
To getting cash up
When I am committed, I give
It all that I have, love
So why give it my everything
When we probably won’t last, love?
When I’ve got something
And everything else that I have going on
Gotta stay focused, I’m in the trap, love
Got a lot to deal with
Why you think I’m always danked up?
I got love for my city
I’ll always rep Ma-Geba as I love
I won’t front to myself about no "back-love"
Funny how in the city they
Pull up with that front
Like they got my back, they capping
Still they’re hats’ off every time I rap
My punchline knock your cap off
Ugh! Most of y’all truly lost my respect
You whack niggas in the game
Got the people upset ironic niggas like-
(ugh) tainted the word "lekhete"
Wouldn’t be shocked if you rocked with Ozi
Le rata "lerete"
And Ban T, mxm! Nah, fuck giving ‘em clout
‘Cause these niggas ain’t about
What they’re spitting about
I’m undoubtedly taking over
While you’re still in doubt
If your favorite rappers heard me
Know they feeling my sound
Every day that I wake up
It’s time to get this cake up
My mind is locked on getting the bag
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ live forever
All that other shit’s whatever
Fuck whoever got a problem Frnce
Look, I need bae to give that cake up
To me we gotta make love
‘Cause it ain’t love in the heart of Gabs
When you love
They gon’ think that you’re silly
‘Cause, ain’t no love in the
Heart of the city, for real

Ain’t no love, in the heart
Of the city, yeah, yeah
(Ain’t no love in here)
Ain’t no love, in the heart of town
(Ain’t no mo’fucking love around here)
I said, ain’t no love, in
The heart of the city, yeah
(Ain’t no motherfucking love around here
Yeah) ain’t no love, in the heart of town
(Ain’t no mother-mo’-, look)
Ain’t no love, in the heart of the city, yeah
I said, ain’t no love, in the heart of town
Look, ain’t no love, in the
Heart of the city, yeah, yeah yeah
Ain’t no love, in the heart of town