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Statik Selektah feat. Lil' Fame, Smoke DZA & Rim Da Villin
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No more hatred, no more heartache (Statik Selektah)
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em (Only sunshine, there will be no)
Statik Selektah, what's up? (No more sickness, no more sorrow)
Yo, I'm reminiscing (Only sunshine, there will be no)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, let me go back, let me go back, hold up
Listen
I'm reminiscing how we rode through the hood (Come on)
Pushed through in a 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 when I hit you with that blam blam
A motherfucker you won't live it to see next summer
Want my name, then you should stop that shit
My trigger finger got eczema, just itching to pop that bitch
Ayo, ain't nothing before him, nothing after him
You know the name, FAM, that boy spaz on 'em
M.O.P., that's the acronym
But my goal is to sign the front of
Them checks and not the back of them
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, this shit get realer
I'm still a cap peeler, swisher
Cap back mister, four fifth ya
I won't miss ya, yo, Statik, let's get richer
We're riding richer than Richie
Richer than most these rap niggas on
Major labels thinking they Big Willy
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
That advance just to flip for me
Niggas living in the past and still lift for me
Iceberg big, everything else is history
Dough rolling, I'm stacking my change
Elite in my lane, Hail Mary, my packages came
Youngins with the static, they want the status and lil' fame
Ante Up on loop in they brain when they snatching the chain
Kush God, I be having the strains, yeah
I'm still a drug dealer, mister
Hundred pack sealer, fuck sax, Swiffer
Now twist up, you get the picture
Uh, y'all love to copy, the carbon is laid
My style is engraved, no foul, send it when I'm importing this wave
Mastered this, the beat is a slave
And 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, it's drug trafficking that'll show up in ways
Not losing my way, the road took a toll that I paid
No E-ZPass, got a pack in your way
Roll up the sess for Sean P, spark it and bless
Pulling niggas' cards, it's nothing but jokers in deck
Yeah, my endeavors endorsing the cheddar
These niggas tough but soft with emotion that's pushing the leather
Without a dog, the Statik lit, a low fit
The pigs fire on wax without a candlestick
I keep it dark, indomitable, they sabotage
The stick'll move the beef away like a cattle prod
No more hatred, no more heartache
Only sunshine, there will be no
No more sickness, no more sorrow
Only sunshine, there will be no pain
In a golden age
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