Lyrics No Love - Mark Battles feat. FUTURISTIC & King Los

I'm walking in with a gang of nias, with a gang of nias
I'm walking in with a gang of nias, with a gang of nias
(Verse 1– Mark Battles)
I'm walking in with a gang of nias
Don't open show, s they main eventers
Trill as hell, them nias bang on Twitter
All is well, eat a lame for dinner
Party hard so we can't remember
See I'm the one that she call the future
Don't call me baby, just call the Uber
Money on my mind, I'm Carter 2in
Nia dropped Numb and he started brewing
I ain't tryna beef but she kinda choosing
Take yo girl and leave, I'm a party pooper
And I could fight, so we hardly shooting
Ready for this life, I'mma guard the unit
Yeah the flow dumb, but I'm far from stupid
Five on me, what a Harvard student
Don't need no keys, yo this car confusing
If you rep the 3s, we the same gang
All for the love, we don't gang bang
Need a hundred mil just to maintain
Whole city mad cause they can't hang
Wait, lame I was made for this
You don't want if you dont take a risk
You ain't real if you play the fence
If it's not the 3s then I ain't convinced, nia what
(Chorus – Mark Battles)
No Love, no love
No love for the other side
This what they want, this what they want
This what they want
(Verse 2– Futuristic)
Walk in by myself, no company
Labels call, wanna sit, have lunch with me
I'm not interested in none of your puppetry
I'll cut your cord if you bungee jump with me
I don't care if nobody fks with me
Middle finger's up, I do nothing suddenly
Nis wanna rap like me
Now they all my kids, I'mma need my full custody
No love for the other side
Done talking like she wanna dog it
I think I need to eat another fry
Lyrical homicide, no Ty getting Dolla Sign
My whole score getting novelized
No favors, round tables, bark like broke cables
Cooking these nias like potatoes
Don't save em, swear I'm Kobe, don't trade him
Records getting spins no Dreidel, oh David
Doing features for fun, they all bang like a speak with a gun
Got a girl out of Spain, she don't know any English
But speak with her tongue with her knees on the rug
How I do it, I leave with a shrug
If I want something done, I don't leave it to none
And the crazy thing is that I've only begun
But they looking at me like I've already won
(Verse 3– King Los)
I'm walking in with a gang of bihes
I fk em good, no anger issues
No angels either, grab her ankles
Bae relentless, ain't pretentious but I feel like it's my house now
Like a nia switched the drapes and changed the pictures
Watch your tone, change your pictures
Ain't a vicious, hit it from a different angle
Switch it Big Daddy Kane, ain't no half stepping
When I mangle bihes from the back
The type to strangle nitches, ain't no pain no gain
Say it slower, ain't no pain no gain
Woah woah that's just plain old sickness
That I got inside of me, but let me operate, I got a doc inside of me
The doctodomy of a sick man in me, welfare and healthcare
And whick plans and withstand
When the lean kick in and look like a kickstand
It look like I kick stand, ain't fk with the sts man
We hustle doubling, juggle and smuggling the bricks fam
You motherfkers a phoney, you motherfkers, you homeless
When they in the midst with the King, and kiss the ring
And realise they in the jungle themselves
I'm in love with myself, I ain't chasing no bihes
She hop in my whip and she ain't tasting no dk, sing to em