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No Love Shack
G3RSt Lyrics
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Billy tucked on me, if it go bad
I could put a bag up where his dome at
Bitch did me wrong, promise I won't go back
Racks on the sheets like count that
You did your big one, watch me bounce back
Got me wanting to slide bout that
Over your name, niggas woulda died bout that
I can't wait till I blow up
It's tatted on me, I ain't showin' no love
It's smoke in the air, watch it go up
I could have so many hoes, but I chose you
I'm a young nigga doing what I'm pose to
So glad I ain't never post you
Still mean everything that I told you
I'm just tryna chase these riches
I'm like, fuck these feelings
Talkin' bout you love me, kill it
Problems been blurring my vision
You fuckin' with these bums and pump fakers
I won't chase you, but I chase paper
Wasn't on my 10's, so I can't blame her
She back to the streets, so I can't save her
Private jets to Brooklyn
My heart fucked up, it's done with
I could've had you cuming
I want you and whatever you come with
You only hit me up when your niggas fucked up I swear it was never love
Gon' make me pop at a nigga, it's so janky
That's why I keep my gun
I was ready to stay with you You did me wrong, it's cool
All I want is the truth I can't vent, bring it to the booth
I swear niggas ain't on shit Real spill, this ain't no diss
Cause niggas ain't poppin' shit That's why I keep my blick
In "No Love Shack," G3RSt delves into themes of betrayal, resilience, and the complexities of romantic relationships amidst the pursuit of wealth. The opening lines set a tone of preparedness and caution, reflecting a lifestyle where trust is tenuous and one's associations can complicatedly intertwine with personal safety. The mention of a "bankroll" and "tote bag" suggests his financial gains, while the "Billy" serves as a warning—or perhaps a loyal friend—ready to act if situations turn dire. The artist acknowledges past grievances, particularly with a partner who has wronged him, emphasizing his commitment to moving forward rather than returning to what has caused him pain. This establishes a duality in his feelings: he experienced the highs of love, but now, he has to confront the realization that his romantic devotion has been met with disloyalty.
G3RSt's determination to bounce back is palpable, particularly with lines about wealth and success intertwined with personal struggles. The phrase "Racks on the sheets," illustrates his financial progress, while simultaneously criticizing the superficiality of relationships founded on monetary gain or lust rather than genuine connection. Here, the artist acknowledges the weight of his experiences, signifying that while he can achieve superficial material success, it doesn't fulfill him emotionally. His reflection on sacrificing potential romantic escapades for loyalty to one person reveals a more profound ethos that contrasts greatly with the immediate relationships he’s surrounded by, and he seems to lament a lost opportunity for a meaningful connection that was, ultimately, unreciprocated.
As he transitions into thoughts of his past relationship, there’s an underlying sense of frustration and detachment. He expresses a mix of anger and sadness regarding his former partner’s decisions—specifically referencing her interactions with people he deems unworthy. This conveys a deeper sentiment of knowing he's worth more but feeling personally diminished by someone else's choices. The lines about the artist's heart being "fucked up," as well as a gritty resolve to pursue wealth instead, showcase his emotional armor. The desire to distance himself from past feelings while still feeling that pang of connection demonstrates an ongoing internal struggle. He remarks on the cyclical nature of their interactions, suggesting they only connect when it's convenient for her, further emphasizing a sense of insincerity that hurts him.
The final part of the lyrics veer into a more defensive stance as G3RSt contemplates the potential for conflict arising from personal grievances. The notion of keeping a gun reflects an environment filled with danger and distrust, underscoring the consequences that come with street life and broken relationships. His desire for honesty contrasts sharply with the previously showcased emotional turmoil; he wishes to air out his confusion and hurt in a creative space where he feels secure—like the booth, a metaphor for both artistic expression and emotional release. This concluding segment encapsulates his sense of betrayal yet also his commitment to prioritizing success over relationships marred by deceit, suggesting a significant transformation in his pursuit of self-worth that leans on material success as a mechanism for healing and growth. Overall, G3RSt’s lyrical narrative is one rich with personal insights, highlighting the interplay between ambition and the heart’s longing amidst a landscape fraught with challenges.
Line by Line Meaning
I put a bankroll in a tote bag
I've secured a significant amount of money, placing it safely in a bag for transport.
Billy tucked on me, if it go bad
Billy has my back in case things take a turn for the worse; he's ready to step in.
I could put a bag up where his dome at
I could target him directly if needed, putting everything on the line against him.
Bitch did me wrong, promise I won't go back
Someone betrayed me, and I assure you I won't return to that toxic situation.
Racks on the sheets like count that
Stacks of cash are lying around; it's a reminder of how much I’ve earned.
You did your big one, watch me bounce back
You made a significant impact with your actions; now, observe how I recover and thrive.
Got me wanting to slide bout that
I'm feeling the urge to react or get involved because of this situation.
Over your name, niggas woulda died bout that
People were willing to go to extreme lengths for your reputation or influence.
I stayed down and you chose up
I remained loyal and committed while you opted for something different.
I can't wait till I blow up
I'm eager for the moment when my success elevates me to greater heights.
It's tatted on me, I ain't showin' no love
I've permanently marked my experiences, but I'm withholding affection now.
It's smoke in the air, watch it go up
There's tension in the atmosphere that will soon escalate.
I could have so many hoes, but I chose you
I have numerous romantic options, yet I specifically selected you.
I'm a young nigga doing what I'm pose to
As a young man, I'm focused on fulfilling my obligations and pursuing my goals.
So glad I ain't never post you
I’m relieved I never publicly displayed my affection for you.
Still mean everything that I told you
Despite the hardships, I stand by the sincerity of my past statements to you.
I'm just tryna chase these riches
My primary focus is on accumulating wealth and success.
I'm like, fuck these feelings
I'm choosing to disregard emotional attachments in favor of my ambitions.
Talkin' bout you love me, kill it
When you profess your love, I see it as disingenuous—I'd rather end this charade.
Problems been blurring my vision
Issues in my life have clouded my judgment and decision-making.
You fuckin' with these bums and pump fakers
You've chosen to associate with insincere and unambitious people.
I won't chase you, but I chase paper
I refuse to pursue you emotionally; instead, I'm focused on financial success.
Wasn't on my 10's, so I can't blame her
I wasn't putting in my best effort, so I can't fault her for her choices.
She back to the streets, so I can't save her
She's returned to her former lifestyle, and it's not my role to rescue her now.
Private jets to Brooklyn
I have access to luxury travel, signifying my success and lifestyle.
My heart fucked up, it's done with
I've been hurt emotionally, and I feel detached from love now.
I could've had you cuming
I had the potential to bring you immense pleasure or happiness.
I want you and whatever you come with
I desire you along with everything that comes with being involved with you.
You only hit me up when your niggas fucked up
You reach out to me only when your other relationships are failing or in crisis.
I swear it was never love
I genuinely believe that what you felt was not true love.
Gon' make me pop at a nigga, it's so janky
Your actions are making me consider retaliating; the situation feels unreliable.
That's why I keep my gun
I carry protection because I need to be prepared for dangerous encounters.
I was ready to stay with you
I was prepared to commit and remain faithful to our relationship.
You did me wrong, it's cool
You've betrayed me, but I've accepted it and moved on.
All I want is the truth
Ultimately, my desire is for honesty and transparency in our interactions.
I can't vent, bring it to the booth
I can't express my feelings in everyday life, so I'll do it through my music.
I swear niggas ain't on shit
Many people around me are ineffective or lack ambition in their pursuits.
Real spill, this ain't no diss
I'm speaking honestly here, and this isn't an insult directed at anyone.
Cause niggas ain't poppin' shit
People aren't making any significant moves or impacts in their lives.
That's why I keep my blick
This is why I always carry my weapon as a precaution against potential threats.
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Gilvaun Miller
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