No Sucka MCs

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] [?] daddy gotta re-up fast No job, daddy gotta wear a mask Shake the dice, roll it with my rent money No safety [?] nigga act funny Mac and cheese from a feend [?] bitch house clean Seen dirty bitches, but they IG mean Smiley face with the eyes [?] Drink yak, get my dick sucked, retarded Nice face [?] She wanna fuck, she love the Lox resume My catalog of music is outstanding I can turn into a star if I put my hand in Jimmy Cimmle The Roots, bring the whole band in No holliday for Thanksgiving Just cause you alive to me, you living [Verse 2: Papoose] I don't gotta namedrop the game props, my thang pop [?] Brooklyn, we real as Bankcock None of these niggas could stand in Slay's spot He opened doors for me, like the conductor at the trainstop Niggas is eating where they shit, living the [?] Licking up dinner and crack out of the same pot I got the same reputation Duaine Wade got Cause I'm known to carey the heat, homie the gage hot The more [?] more liers [?] more buyers These lames never been on my level, I'm more higher Cross me, I'll fire my gun, crossfire That's why they getting rocked to sleep, more tired Gotta travel with your grip, u[?] fire Don't ophiliate with niggas who [?] My criminal record look like Richard, more Pryers [Verse 3: Jon Connor] [?] You playing the role [?] You niggas is bitches, you do [?] [?] [?] [?] as usual Red roses get dead roses, [?] Disrespectful, won't spit a verse, I'll just spit in your face Nigga give me my space I murder this shit I'm solving the case I want everybody hands high like I'm taking the stage You niggas is hit or miss I be killing with this lyrical shit You wanna make Runn away [?] Hard to be the realest nigga in the room when everyone is fake I love the hate, it's motivation [?] [?] I'm blessed [?] this shit is sacred What the fuck you expect? Kay told me to Slay it