No Mo

(альбом: The Lost Files - 2015)

I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more

Check, I need a news station unlike Fox News
Where political gossip don't get infused with the dialogue daily
Am I crazy for thinking this ain't about my people, it's about ratings
What happen to the terror of Joe Kony
I swear it came and gone
At a rate that got me thinking it's phony
They painted North Korea and Kim Jung as true evil
Then Dennis Rodman gon' say he cool people
I can't believe none on the tube
Seems like whenever 5: 00 strike all the lies getting cued
They must be paying for the slots like my grandma in Vegas
Some folk believing what they watch and that plot is contagious
Talking WikiLeaks scams, dialogue, and Ed Snowden
They want him dead for the lies that his head holding
And by lies I mean knowledge of 'em all
Still we talk about it like he broke the law

I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more

Ya, the gossip and slander
That shit is not the answer
It tarnish yo' mind like propaganda
And it turn a girl shallow
Was a dancer at Rachel's
Word to my ex girl
Her pockets big Jose Canseco
But still her mind small
Least from what I recall
She politic with bitches about things that only dissolve
My enigma is women who swear that intelligence is a stigma
And don't know how much that it signa-fy
I don't even kiss 'em good-bye
I severe ties with they premature minds
I don't wish you would die though
I'm just thankful that she ain't my ho
I know how it is
Picking that bitch up from the club
Talking about what girl sucking dick
Who doing drugs
Who fell in love
Who Louie Vuitton's fake
Who baby daddy a scrub
Shut the fuck up dumb ass bitch
Word to Kendrick
Everything about'chu too eccentric

I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more

Ya, one of my homies, he a dead beat father
He got two kings and one daugther that he never see
I'm staring at him with jealously
In my eyes they worth more than he can ever be
He ain't even calling they momma cell
Asking they whereabouts
Mine show up missing I'm raising hell
And I go through hell and back for them
That's a fact
Only time he claims his, is on his income tax
Small bullet but the big gun match
They go together like him
And some false perception of blacks
And his mind focusing on what he lacks
Swear he would put a hole through one of his brothers
If he showed him the stacks
There's no loyalty in the heart of a man
When taking care of his own ain't part of the plan
And I ain't fixing to be part of your fam'
Not at all, you send 'em to voicemail when they call

I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more, ya
You alway on some ho shit
Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know shit
Y'all so flawed
I can't fuck with chy'all no more