No More

[Intro: Lil Fame]

No more hatred, no more heartache (Statik Selektah, fuck em)

Lovely sunshine (Fuck em) I will pay no (Nigga)

No more sickness (Statik Selektah) no more sorrow (What's up?)

Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that

Yeah, I reminisce

Yeah yeah yeah, yo, let me go back, let me go back, hold up

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame & Smoke DZA]

Listen, I'm reminiscin' how we rolled through the hood (Come on)

Pushed through in the big Cadillac that had bullet holes in the hood

Foes in the hood got exposed in the hood (Yeah)

Ex prom queens that turned to hoes in the hood

But I'm just a gun owner, hit you with that blang blanga

Motherfucker, you won't live it to see next summer

Want my name then you should stop that shit

My trigger finger got exema, just itchin' to pop that bitch

(Ayo) Ain't nothin' before him, nothin' after him

(You know the name) Fame, that boy spaz on 'em

(M.O.P.) That's the acronym

But my goal is to tryna frontin' them checks, and I get back at 'em

Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, this shit get realer

I'm still a, cap peeler

Twist ya, cap back mister, fo'-fifth ya

I won't miss ya, yo, Statik, let's get richer (Right)

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]

Richer than Richie (Uh)

Richer than most of these rap niggas on major labels thinkin' they Big Willy (Right)

Get busy

And I own my masters for real so when you get out that deal get with me

Neck got a bit chilly, wrist got a six series (Uh)

That advance just a flip for me (Right)

Niggas that live in the past still'll lift for me (Uh-huh)

Iceberg big, everything else is history (Really)

Dough rollin', I'm stackin' my change

Elite in my lane, hail mary, my packages came (Uh-huh)

Youngings with the static, they want the status of Lil' Fame

"Ante Up" on loop in they brain when they snatchin' the chain

Kushed God, I be havin' them strains

Yeah, I'm still a drug dealer

Mister hundred pack sealer (Uh) full Saks Fifther (Uh)

Now twist up, you get the picture

[Verse 3: Rim Da Villin]

Uh, y'all lead the copy, the carpenters laid

My style is engraved, no foul sendin' when I'm improvin' this wave

Mastered this, the beat is a slave

It keep 'em amazed, I light the booth up like I'm throwing a rave

I give you something to shoot in the vein

I move the pain, this drug trafficking that'll show up in ways

Not losin' my weight, the road took a toll that I paid

No easy pass, got a path in your way

Roll up the cess for Sean P, spark it and bless

Pullin' niggas' cards, there's nothin' but jokers on deck

Yeah, my endeavors endorsin' the cheddar

These niggas tough, but soft with emotion, that's pussy in leather

Without a rug, the static lit, and no fit

Keep your pigs, fire on wax without a candlestick

I keep it dark and tryna dodge, they sabotage

You stick up, move the beef away like a cattle prod

[Outro]

No more hatred, no more heartache

Lovely sunshine that will pay no

No more sickness, no more sorrow

Lovely sunshine that will pay no pan in the gold in that