Caskey - No Mo lyrics

[Chorus] I can't f** with chy'all no more, ya You alway on some ho sh** Its like you talk about it, you ain't even know sh** Y'all so flawed I can't f** with chy'all no more (x2) [Verse 1] Check, i need a news station unlike Fox News Where political gossip don't get infused with the dialogue daily Am i crazy for thinkin' 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 thinkin' it's phony They painted North Korea and Kim Jung as true evil Then Dennis Rodman gon' say he cool people I can't believe none on the tube Seems like whenever 5:00 strike all the lies gettin' cued They must be payin' for the slots like my grandma in Vegas Some folk believin' what they watch and that plot is contagious Talkin' WikiLeaks scams, dialogue, and Ed Snowden They want him dead for the lies that his head holdin' And by lies i mean knowledge of 'em all Still we talk about it like he broke the law [Chorus] [Verse 2] Ya, the gossip and slander That sh** is not the answer It tarnish yo' mind like propaganda And 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 with b**hes 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 with they premature minds I don't wish you would die though I'm just thankful that she ain't my ho I know how it is Pickin' that b**h up from the club Talkin' about what girl s**in' dick Who doin' d** Who fell in love Who Louie Vuitton's fake Who baby daddy a scrub Shut the f** up dumb a** b**h Word to Kendrick Everything about'chu too eccentric [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ya, one of my homies, he a dead beat father He got two kings and one daugther that he never see I'm starin' at him with jealously In my eyes they worth more than he can ever be He ain't even callin' they momma cell Askin' they whereabouts Mine show up missin' i'm raisin' 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 focusin' 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 takin' care of his own ain't part of the plan And i ain't fixin' to be part of your fam' Not at all, you send 'em to voicemail when they call [Chorus]