AskNOIRE

This here ain't no romance, it's an urban erotic tale
Bitches, chips, and gangsters a grimy hustle Hood knows well
Youth got stolen, manhood molded, the streets welcomed him in
Loyal soldier, no man's doljah, determined to get it in
Making traps, pulling gats, piff, yay, and sticky green
For the love of dollars, money, power, friends turn into fiends
Mind slippin, foes trippin, the Hoodsta's goin  mental
Self destruction, soul abduction, grimy street essentials
Underhanded dealing, cuz the love was just pretend 
Outlandish flossing, double crossing
What kind of G betrays a friend?
So this here ain't no romance, hood payback is a bitch
Life shits on you twice as hard
When you fuckin with a snitch!