No Love

Shit, you know the truth (RunnitupKel) (RonRon, do that shit) Backstabbers get hit with fins, I don't do cappin' They tried to throw the book at me, that's a new chapter I like Glock 18s 'cause they shoot faster This gon' have your family talking to a newscaster Beat the beat up, tie your strings up The K had him where he couldn't pull his jeans up Let the beef cook, this just seafood If you really want smoke, make a leaf burn I ain't goin' back and forth with these Steve Urkels Drinkin' so much Morton Grove, turned my teeth purple I got the devil in my ear, I told him, "Keep workin'" I'm runnin' laps in Margielas, got my feet hurtin' Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round me I'm the don, only plugs and connections Psycho, Michael on the kindred Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round me I'm the don, only plugs and connections They went through the back door 'cause you let 'em Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round These niggas get off all these juggs and act funny style The K knocked his head off, got him running wild I'm the don, only plugs and connections Psycho, Michael on the kindred They went through the backdoor 'cause you let 'em Fake niggas get no love in my section Man, you know the truth Ayy, no fake niggas 'round me and gang Oh, you heard who knocked down what's-his-name? I don't know about it We know the truth, why these goofy niggas ever doubt it? Pull that foreign up, I got the lo', we in his alley I think I need a grimy, chop harmonizing with 'em I got the drop on some dough, nigga, let's go get it Gang with me, we don't never sleep, nigga, what we doing? Nigga dodged a bullet if we ever got into it Up the double-deckers, get a nigga card pulled Walking through the back door, I came in here with all goons A team of track runners, nigga got a scary gang Ducking smoke, he must've heard about Javonte Let him hold these shell cases, try to get in my way I'm in a bad mood today, he better not play Dissing on the team got him followed off the highway Early morning, put a bullet in his latte He always capping in the house, say, where his pops stay? Hot nitty on his head, why you pump-faking? Tragic stories, we ain't giving out no happy endings I hang with killers and dope fiends, that type of living In the trenches gettin' money, fuck rags to riches I heard some blasphemy, I'm pulling up, slapping niggas You ain't never shot shit, but that's half of these niggas P showing out with chops when it's time for the business Your blower fresh out the box, you ain't doing no killing You got your gun, I got mine, so who really be tripping? He ain't gon' way around these donuts inside of his fitted A few minors in this car, we equipped for this mission Pippy Long the Sheneneh, hit him with extensions When I slide, all tricky dance moves, I got the rhythm Silly opps ain't even got a pot to piss in I don't want the Akorn if it don't come with the ribbon Keep TEC-9s when it's time to get arrhythmic I be slidin' them Brabus when it's time to go the distance No punchlines, I just hit 'em with a fully Bitch, I'm from the Stinc Team, we make examples out of bullies Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round me I'm the don, only plugs and connections Psycho, Michael on the kindred Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round me I'm the don, only plugs and connections They went through the back door 'cause you let 'em Fake niggas get no love in my section If you broke, you can't hang where I hang 'cause it's money 'round These niggas get off all these juggs and act funny style The K knocked his head off, got him running wild I'm the don, only plugs and connections Psycho, Michael on the kindred They went through the backdoor 'cause you let 'em Fake niggas get no love in my section Man, you know the truth