Icewear Vezzo – Love in The City Lyrics

Do it for the trenches and the gangsters
For the real niggas, fuck a wanksta (Helluva made the beat, baby)
Street nigga runnin’, get the paper
Yeah, yeah
Real street nigga, I ain’t fake
Yeah, mm

Ain’t no love in the city (Yeah)
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ’em dug in the city (Bah-bah, bah-bah)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches (Pourin’ up)
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, I’m with cuz, he get busy (Yeah)

Good dope drugs, one schedule
Clam Rolliе, yeah, that’s Oyster Perpеtual
I was in the feds when my mans made a plan and came home, lit this whole bitch up like it’s a festival
Talking ’bout the Patek or the [?], real corporate thuggin’, when it come to gettin’ money, we professional

Don’t slide with no nigga ‘less he Stephy
Sack chaser, turn him to a vest juice, man still trappin’ out the Tesco
Made a name for us now we litty
But why the love gotta turn to hate? Stay focused, Ice, don’t let ’em get the best of you (Don’t let ’em get the best of you)
The cops chasin’, turn ’em to a spectre
Have your fun with that music, get the money, just don’t let it [?]

Ain’t no love in the city
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ’em dug in the city (Dug in the city)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Yeah, ain’t no love in the city (Ain’t no love, shh)
Ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Ain’t no love in the city (In the city, ayy)

Times hard, we get it in (Yeah)
Do it for my mother and my brother and my wife and my cousin and my kids
Twenty pints in the fridge (Yeah)
Riding ’round with life on the seat, the streets hot, you get ice for a bid
Got a price from the boss, straight from Cali (Yeah)
Street nigga froze in the chalet, rubber band twenty-four on the [?]

The plugs sendin’ loads off the ?
Had a long run, it was love ’til them boys started tellin’ (Them boys started tellin’)
Gotta watch them mirrors when they tellin’
Gotta play that series when you trappin’
Back the mirrors with the ratcher (Bah-bah)
Mail it to the crib then we catch it (Yeah)
Showin’ fake love, niggas actors
Count two hundo in the jackets

Ain’t no love in the city
Them niggas, they got drug in the city
Open grave, left ’em dug in the city (Dug in the city)
Ain’t no plugs in the city (Nah)
Gritty, pourin’ mud in the trenches
Niggas iffy, got a club with the glizzy, ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Yeah, ain’t no love in the city (Ain’t no love, shh)
Ain’t no love in the city (Love in the city)
Ain’t no love in the city (In the city, ayy)
Ain’t no love in the city