No Love - K Rino

Ain’t no love in this city I live

Nothin' but haters in this game, it’s all take and no give, listen

Ain’t no love in this city I’m from

You hoes wanted controversy now I’m givin' you some

Game is fucked up, time for the city to get took back

Weak rappers are made to look good, good rappers are made to look whack

In H-Town, boys be yellin' they cold

Claimin' skills, signin' bad deals, and sellin' they soul

The real truth is, man Houston we got

Mostly past-prime played-out artists that used to be hot

I’ll throw myself in that, you could put my name on the list

But yet and still I murdered every man that came in my midst

I never understood how a artist can drop

A hard first album then every CD after that flop

Stepped in the mainstream, then went Hollywood

Then one shitty album later you was back in the hood

Up in your mama’s house, tryin' to salvage your name

But it ain’t the same, no more cabbage and fame

Some of you hoes are radio hot, but in skills you not

I’ll mob yo ass on the street, fuck the deal that you got

Listen

Now straight up hood hits is all that K-Rino spits

Ain’t nothin' changed, I’m still on some fuck-the-radio shit

But what’s a trip to me, is how the hell MTV

Can do a Houston show and not mention the SPC

Now all you hatin' hoes, understand my position

It ain’t about us bein' seen, it’s just the principle, listen

We pioneered the Houston rap landscape in Nine-One

Other than Rap-A-Lot, what clique came before us?

Find one

See there’s the problem now, you rappers too fame

No respect for history, you hoes just jump in the game

Thinkin' you know it all, but I’ll expose it well

Think to yourself, how many Houston rappers rose and fell?

If they done watched the winners, the business couldn’t exploit 'em

They could study mistakes others made and avoid 'em

But to my real soldiers, y’all already know

I wanna send love to Chameleon, Face, and Zero

Now club DJs, and ones with radio shows

This the year the SPC start back snatchin' you hoes

Y’all too comfortable, so now I’m grabbin' my mask

I catch you slippin', I’ma disfigure your arrogant ass

And fuck the bootleggers, and if you see one, bust

Burn and sendin' our shit, makin' more paper than us

And mixtape rappers, it’s cool to get hot in the streets

But sooner or later, y’all need to use your own damn beats, listen