No Love

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Okay

Uncut, righteous, living large, my lane's small

Gun-butt knife ya, living God, insane bars

Runs up Cypress, stealing cars to blame Paul

Son of [?], Jigga, Nas, and James Todd

We addressin' all who claim to be the new Gang Starr

Where BMF Lamar meets bars, we the new rainfall

This is tax season, you gotta deal with me annually

Niggas rap beefin', you gotta deal with me manually

Gentrified niggas, known to fit the disguise niggas (Woo)

"Make sure you hit the like button, don't forget to subscribe" niggas

Gotta keep my pride and that diamond tiara

Tire marks on my mind, even a whiter fedora

The message of the times affects the mind of tomorrow

You couldn't hold a star up to my Kwanzaa kinara

Now take your conversations about Ryan nominations

And your hatred and go play some shit like I am not [?], bitch

[Chorus: 100 Kufis]

They ain't gonna tell you they love you

They'd rather try to strip away all your accolades

And they don't really give a fuck what we have to say

And got the nerve to say "Why do we act this way"

They ain't gonna tell you they love you

They'd rather try to strip away all your accolades

And they don't really give a fuck what we have to say

And got the nerve to say "Why do we act this way", yeah

[Verse 2: 100 Kufis]

Uh, they say I'm the hottest out of this state and it's obvious

All 'em years I was locked inside of a gate, they made a monster

But not like the Loch Ness out of a lake

Like the lockness out of a sock you get clocked upside of your face

You ain't gotta try to relate, I ain't asking you for your empathy

My lil' cousin twenty and now in a penitentiary

Before he caught a case, he was sellin' quarters and weight

Til' the winners got court ordered, now he servin' a quarter century

Couldn't teach us the history, let alone the science

Back when the music was pure, our teachers was poor and righteous

Couldn't afford they vices so they gave us advice

Like "don't make the mistakes I've made or you're payin' the price"

Family members on the pipe and at night they had pipe dreams

You rappers not tight but the type that wear tight jeans

But type on your device like you really writin' a nice scheme

I was writin' better than that when I was nineteen

It might seem like the rap scene is collapsing

Perhaps, I'm spending too much time relaxing

Feminism got Max tryna be more like Maxine

Where criticism can't be taken like it's a vaccine

So before you get your panties in a bunch

I want the smoke so reconsider before handing me the Dutch

Insanity is much resembled as a man who's had enough

I'm goin' out with a bang before my hands back in them cuffs, motherfucker

[Chorus: 100 Kufis]

They ain't gonna tell you they love you

They'd rather try to strip away all your accolades

And they don't really give a fuck what we have to say

And got the nerve to say "Why do we act this way"

They ain't gonna tell you they love you

They'd rather try to strip away all your accolades

And they don't really give a fuck what we have to say

And got the nerve to say "Why do we act this way", yeah