Lyrical Breakdown of No Feelings (feat. Bandaide & Mistah F.A.B.) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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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 18 when I pulled a gun out
At the time, it felt like my option
Cubs gettin' no sleep (whoo)
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, fuck 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 fuckin' on his bitch (uh-huh)
Nope, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (uh-huh)
Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit
Cocaine, dope gang, cocaine, 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 16, I thought old was 25
Now I'm twice that, ain't nothin' really changed
I still watch my back, just like I'm 16
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, fucked me up
'Cause you was my homeboy for real though
I've been to too many motherfuckin' funerals
It's so much death out here
It's a fact, we all livin' in fear, fuck that
What you gon' do with that strap?
Protect yourself or shoot a nigga in the back, bitch
Ah, he forgive, but he don't forget (nope)
He was locked up, and you was fuckin' on his bitch (uh-huh)
No, you didn't send a box, you didn't send him shit (uh-huh)
Five years he been plottin' how to get you hit
Cocaine, dope gang, cocaine, 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