Dave East ft. Trey Songz - The City Lyrics

(Dougie on the beat)
Really ain't no love

For meetin's now, shit, we goin' to Tao (Tao)
My man called me, said he goin' to trial, he facin' twenty years (God)
I would look at my pocket, wasn't a penny there (nothin')
Just Heineken bottles, wasn't no Hennys near (uh-uh)
I can look you in your eyes and tell you really scared (I know)
Sincerely yours, the shit I talk is so vivid (you see it)
Dirty project niggas with dreams of becomin' billionaires (uh)
Reportin' live from my side, niggas is gettin' it
All the product we had to break up, now every day I wake up
Somebody got a problem with Dave, uh
'Cause I'm livin' a little better, or pull up sittin' on leather
With some bitches that's from 'round y'all way? Uh
Is it because I got my cake up?
Your wifey see me, I'm the reason y'all about to break up
All action, I don't say much
All my life, I just wanted to pop
Set up the business right in front of the spot
You either want it or not
Window shoppin', I just wanted to shop
My feet hurt and I walked hundreds of blocks
I ain't said nothin' to cops (shh)
I ain't even have the key, somehow I opened the lock
Focused off Pac
Chillin', blowin' smoke on a yacht

Ain't no love (ain't no love, my nigga), in the heart of the city (real talk, where I come from)
Ain't no love in the heart of town, oh
Ain't no love (uh), in the heart of the city (it's like they gettin' paid to hate)
Ain't no love (no love), in the heart of town (no love, ain't no, ain't no love)

I remember Dipset broke up, that shit woke the Loc up (woke me up)
I was coppin' two for fifteens just tryin' to smoke up (uh)
The D's keep circlin' the block, they goin' doughnuts (whoop, whoop)
Thinkin' about Maleek and Marcus, I gotta roll up
Now every night I go to sleep, pray to God they notice me
I'm vibin' out to Floetry, just booked a hostin' overseas (overseas, we out)
They might pop that shit online, but they never approachin' me (never)
I'm hall of fame, nigga, like who coachin' me?
Block was on fire, tell me who you know got as low as me?
Deliver like poetry, ain't gotta ask her to go with me
You wasn't in them cold December nights in the snow with me
We disrespect the opps openly, then go fuck they sister to Jodeci
Dreamin' 'bout a spot we could hustle without no cops
Nobody came to rumble, we snuck it inside the spot
All they heard was shots, walked off in a pair of Prada socks
Niggas be Jay Reed, you not a cop (you not a cop, pussy)

Ain't no love (sucker-ass niggas), in the heart of the city (really ain't no love)
Ain't no love (you can show niggas love, but)
In the heart of town, oh (nine times out of ten, that shit ain't gon' come back)
Ain't no love (uh), in the heart of the city (ain't no love, nigga)
Ain't no love in the heart of town (karma, karma)