No Love Royce da 5'9" & 100 Kufis

[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