No Mo
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(Hook) I can't fuck wit y'all no more, ya All y'all on some hoe shit It's like you talk about it, ya ain't even know shit Y'all so flawed (Verse) Check, I need a news station unlike Fox News Where political gossip don't get infused wit 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 is true evil Then Dennis Rodman gon' say he cool people I can't believe none on the tube Seems like wheneva, 5 o'clock 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 (Hook) (Verse 2) Ya, the gossip and slander that shit is not the answer It tarnish yo' mind like propaganda & 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 wit 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 wit they premature minds I don't wish ya would die though I'm just thankful that she ain't my hoe, I know how it is Picking that bitch up from the club Talking about what girl sucking dick Who doing drugs, who fell in luv, who Louie Vuitton's fake Who baby daddy a scrub, shut the fuck up dumb ass bitch Word to Kendrick, everythin' about you too eccentric (Hook) (Verse 3) Ya, one of my homies, he a dead beat father He got two kings and one daughter that he neva see I'm staring at him with jealously In eyes they worth more than he can eva be He ain't even calling they mama 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 yo fam' Not at all, ya send 'em to voicemail when they call (Hook)
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