Caskey - No Mo lyrics

rate me

(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)