No Love & Yung Cub - Carolina lyrics

[Intro: No Love] Yo we out here, we out here grindin' dawg. This ain't Virginia, this is Carolina [Hook: No Love & Yung Cub] Carolina Where ain't sh** to do but rap And these f**boi rapbois runnin' they trap Like they runnin' the trap See that gun in my lap? We just pull up, it ain't sh** to do but laugh [Verse 1: No Love] I got life in the trunk man I smile at the cops Weigh it if you want but it's right on the dot Know alotta youngn's out here wilin' a lot Those the type a' dummies get violent & shot Me, I play it cool, I just ride up the block Serve it to the people take it right to they spot Baggies on baggies got em tied up in knots And when I bring em to my b**hes bet I dive in the box And Mike Tyson the box Start bitin' the box Start fightin' the box But never wifin' the box It's No Love, give a f** if you like me or not You love my product & I know you think my rhymin' is hot I'm like Shawn in 88' providin the rock I'm like Jay in 96' writin for Pac I'm like Hov in 01' fightin with Nas I'm like Jigga right now man this feel like the top I wake up, see the view, it remind me that I made it On my job & never touched an application b**h, hate it Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh b**h, hate it I was appointed the man & ever since my biggest fear was dissapointin' a fan See I'm reppin' for my town, even if it do s** We the only ones can say it cuz that's where we grew up & they just won't hire So we just get higher Then we cruise around the city just lookin' to do stuff There ain't sh** to do! Wonder why we do d**?! I stopped at smokin, most of ya moved up No activties for couples wonder why the two f**? Most of the youth stuck, nuff' to chuck ya food up Gotta lie, cheat, steal & hate to catch a f**in break I guess that's just American fate [Hook] [Verse 2: Yung Cub] Head home, see my city rock bottom Got 3 kids, no job, no problem New J's, you got em' It ain't hard to spot em' Hometown heroes yeah they lie in the light Levels to this sh**, you know that right? Smile in my face but talk out of spite Gotta problem? f** it, cuz Tyler loves to fight Cuz the city ain't got dreams here Opportunities? Hit the exit, steer clear We f**ed up, just to cope Jared pa** the everclear, oh no I fear that I'll never make it out Wakin up, cold sweats, can't figure this out Prom queens, prom kings, drinkin some things Left the town to find myself You ain't felt how I felt I got more than wealth, self worth is priceless But give me my vices, the drinks just the nicest! Sleep on us, nah, I don't advise it This is One Night Only [Hook] x2