No Love

[Intro: Drakeo the Ruler]
Shit, you know the truth
(RunnitupKel)
(RONRON do that shit)

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
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 dеvil in my ear, I told him, "Keep workin'"
I'm runnin' laps in Margielas, got my feet hurtin'

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Fake niggas gеt 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, [?]
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, [?][1:22]
They went through the backdoor 'cause you let 'em
Fake niggas get no love in my section
Man, you know the truth

[Verse 2: Duffy]
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

[Verse 3: BluePesos]
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

[Verse 4: Drakeo the Ruler]
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

[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
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, [?]
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, [?][3:30]
They went through the backdoor 'cause you let 'em
Fake niggas get no love in my section
Man, you know the truth