Not Love - B.o.B

Now Chuck’s headed back to Los Angeles

Everything’s not, everything’s not love

Well early in the morning when the sun comes up (what's up?)

Kenny’s on the corner selling meth to Chuck (uh-huh)

Now Chuck’s headed back to Los Angeles

Everything’s not, everything’s not love

Well every single morning down by them tracks (uh huh)

There dude was a dude named Kenny who was selling them sacks (got that work)

Client after client, they would come right back

He’d give em the stuff and they’d give him the cash (yes)

Now Kenny’s on his hustle, yeah, he’s on his grind (uh huh)

Money’s on his mind strictly all of the time (get money)

But there was one customer who’d come to buy

He was looking for ice, not nicks, not dimes (okay)

He ain’t know his name so he called him Chuck (Chuck)

And he was in a Benz when he pulled up

He wasn’t from the hood, he’s just passing by

Black shoes, black car, black shirt, black tie

So Chuck pulled off and the po pulled up

Wasn’t no back door so Kenny was stuck

And now he’s in the precinct sitting in cuffs

Just waiting for the trial date

Well in the city of LA around Beverly Hills

On top of the mountain there’s a beautiful crib

A man and his wife and his family lives

He get a decent salary, he paying the bills

But everything ain’t just what it seems

Outside looking in it’s the American dream

Behind closed doors, he’s really a fiend

Addicted to meth and he snorts OC

So one day he pulls up to work

Hops out this car and fixes his shirt

He walks in and the whole court just rises (rise)

The Honorable Chuck Blumstein presiding (be seated)

Oh, and what a pleasant surprise (huh?)

Kenny sits there right in front of his eyes (ain't that Chuck?)

But he don’t hesitate, looks him right in his face

And with three hits of his gavel, he seals his fate