That Aint Love

Some love just aint real love. Some things just should never be done.. Check out That Aint Love from the archives of Gothic Rap.. That Aint Love Verse 1 Girl, Why you even trying; Its hard to love myself, stop your lien; What you really after? A daddy for your bastard? Scouting for a player like an NBA drafter; I’m looking to get laid; You looking to get paid; Scaren Davey wit a baby, hopen maybe Davey stay; But that’ll happen never, sorry no way; I seen the outcome of a family, liven minimum wage; The only time, you’ve ever seen me, get a new trade; Is when the plug, got a double up, flip of the yay; See my flow is the dealers type; You could never deal wit like; Me getting arrested, anytime that you sleep at night; I’m not the creepin type, I can treat ya right; But don’t say love, cus loven me, aint an easy fight; Never use love, as a way to keep a man; When you just collecting us and every flavor that you can; Verse 2 Chill ma, that aint right; I see the way that you liven, and that aint life; You like to ransom your children, and that aint nice; If you don’t collect his check, than daddy’s trife; But think what you teachin; Every time you keep in; The kids away from daddy, just because they dad aint eating; Money over love, Lessons how to scam; How to pimp out your ovaries and sell out your fam; Nah ma, that aint real; You need you a sucka, for a lover and that aint kill; I mean That’s just a kid lady, that aint cuffs; If she traps you with a baby, than that aint love; You trappin wit babies, He’s trappin wit drugs; A recipe for failure, all it takes is a bust; Try to think about the kid, how its life’s gonna suck; Reproductions just an option, its never a must; That should of taught you a lesson, that dude that ran; He aint ready for a baby, he’s barley a man; No patience for the future, he’s liven hand to hand; He’s stickin to his service, cus he hates your family plan; Well there he goes, another one slide; But you still liven selfish, still wanting the kid; But the kid aint ask for that; All that aftermath; Of you, thinking love, is a game, where you ask for cash; Verse 3 That aint cool; She still liven off of death, but that aint new; 500 for an abortion? aint that foul? I mean, aint planned parent hood, handin them out; I don’t mean to be rude, but you buggin; Usen a kid for a come up, aint hard, it aint nothin; And no, them feelings that you show, they aint loven; You just tryin to turn a lil nuttin into something; Aint that sad; That baby got it bad; Born to a mother, who goes crazy on the dad; Born to a father who never wanted that; But got backed into a corner, now resents the kid he has; And the part that’s really sad, you portray it like it love; But you taint the definition, you betray the meaning of; When consumption is miss used, the truth is leading up; We gonna see how much she loved you, when them lawyers meeting up;