No More
Lloyd feat. T.I. Lyrics

Bright lights, street lights
The setting of the verse is summertime in an apartment, characterized by bright lights from the city outdoors and the streetlights that shine from the window

Summertime in apartment 409
The verse takes place in an apartment numbered 409, which the artist is describing as being a bustle of activity over the summer season

Had to clean up the kitchen with 409
The artist describes having to use 409 cleaning spray to clean up a kitchen where he had been cooking up drugs

It Was cookin' up work, while my granny at work
The young artist was simultaneously cooking drugs and preparing them for sale while his grandmother was away at her job

My big cause he ain't understand me at first
The artist's older relative did not initially understand nor support his drug dealing activities

He said, the court room or the casket
The older relative warned him that the choices he was making could lead to a life of crime that would ultimately land him either in jail or dead

I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit
The artist argues that in either scenario, he would still need money to buy a suit for the courtroom or for his funeral

The street lights where I found my strength
The artist describes feeling empowered and finding the strength that helped him survive the harsh realities of life in the streets

Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth
Be in the company of wealthy people and soon enough, you are likely to become affluent yourself

I lost my daddy at a early age, Told my mama don't cry for me, If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, But that's in my dreams, back to reality
The artist lost his father at a young age and dreams that if he could go back in time, his life would have been different. However, he returns to the reality that he must continue living his current life

Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life
The artist wants to escape the street life and stop living in the shadows of bright lights from the city streets

Just gotta learn to deal with problems, If you're young and from slum with no father, Got killed when you was little, still got mama, She try to tell him go to school, but why bother When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em
The artist acknowledges he has to learn to deal with problems, especially if he had no father and had to rely on his mother. Despite her pleas to go to school, in his context, getting paid through drug dealing is the only way to solve his problems

Seems the stars get farther and farther, Out of my reach, out of these streets, Will they ever make it big
The artist laments about the distance between his current life and what he perceives as better opportunities. He questions if there is any chance of ever breaking out of the cycle of his street life

I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear, Thinkin bout my dad I wish I had him back, I'd give up everything just to have him here, After this storm and rain I have no fear, Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong, I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal
The artist admits to crying and missing his father. He would sacrifice everything if it means having his father back. He finds hope that he'll see him again but must keep holding on to his strength in the meantime

I'm livin' for the moment, If I could turn back the days, Sure, you could turn this back, Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker
The artist emphasizes his desire to live in the present moment and escape from the past. He acknowledges his natural gift for hustling and declares that he's never let anyone take advantage of him

Daddy wasn't in the crib, dat made me tougher, Momma struggled with the bills, dat made me stuff up, Powder in a sack, which made me dumber
The artist did not have his father around, a situation that made him more resilient. His mother grappled with finances, leading him to turn to drug dealing as a solution. Despite the potential consequences, he found himself drawn into more and more dangerous circumstances

Now I'm standin' on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack, Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect, In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it at, My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in, Ha, bet dat I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers, Show these niggas what I'm best at, Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that, Years later, oh now you see what my heads at
The artist describes his current situation of being on the street corner ready to sell drugs and armed to defend himself at all times. He acknowledges that he has been in trouble with the law for an extended period and believes that he can beat the situation. He sees drug dealing as his expertise and way out of poverty. He hopes that years later, people will see how successful he has become

Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at, You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at, You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that, If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that
The artist boasts about his business sense and ability to always find a good deal. He warns his haters that they will end up dead if they do not stop hating. He criticizes rappers for being lame and lets everyone know that if nothing else, his ability to hustle should be respected

Guess, this is my life, And I wanna live it right, I don't wanna run the streets no more, no
The artist comes to terms with the reality that he cannot change his past, but wants to move forward with his life in a positive way. He wants to leave the street life behind and live a life of morality

I don't wanna run the streets no more, no
The artist repeats his desire to leave the street life behind and focus on a future of fewer regrets