Q Ham - No Love (feat. J. R) Lyrics

No love for the weak minded brothers who critique my mystique
Or sisters with their unique physique
Too stuck up to speak
Claiming that their body on fleek
Closet freaks bank deposits every week

I'm very Meek I Minaj with the world
On every beat you hear the diamonds and pearls
So if they reach I got that Iverson curve
Cross 'em with clutch tactics and tell 'em it's just practice
A retired mechanic I've dealt with enough ratchets

Enough rackets no tennis but still a menace No Dennis evicting tenants
I burn 'em and pick the remnants
Draft lottery, hairy situation rap pottery
Lyrical magician lynching beats into submission

No mission's impossible
Cruise control optional
The drive behind these bars is conjugal
An intimate situation my pen is the penetration
I'll write you a life sentence consistent with liberation

Consistent with liberation that bar was reiteration
Persistent with innovation to interest this timid nation
I'm inches away from greatness at home with a lack of patience
I operate on cadavers and throw daggers in anticipation

No Trey Songz though they say we resemble I train my temple
So even when I'm running on fumes the fundamentals remain intact
The main attract
J and Q, May and Pac
Even Under Pressure the Logic's another level

Another shovel graveyard shift bury the Devil
Resurrect the God complex don't take this outta context (con text)
Cell phone smuggled in prison
Juggled division with multiplication
No exoneration and no vacation

We know the cadence is so contagious don't overplay it
This soldier's placement is over Satan
A God MC I know the pagan
We're upper echelon no adjacent
Started from the ground I know the pavement

Also I know enslavement and what it means to be free
And the difference from being a carbon copy clone and being me
They're snatching souls thievery grieve with me not a tear shed
Peers hold ya head believe in me 'til we change the scenery
And seamlessly transition into victory formation
But hold your ovation

Hold it and let me know when you're ready
I'm polished I stay on my toes like a pedi

Never petty I'm Freddy
A nightmare drop the confetti

Closing the series out
Serious about
Handling bars no BMX
Where my dogs at DMX

We the best no Khaled
Got calluses from gripping the game

Gripping these dames
The power of the p***y got me Slippin' again
Is it worth losing my soul if it's the world that I gain

In a world full of games I'm serious leaving n****s Delirious
Eddie Murphy or dead and buried

Stephen Curry at the Oracle or Morpheus asking if he's the one

Or will he run from the mass
Cause the more drive you have, the more they want you to crash

And clash from lack of cash
The laws that's constituted has society convoluted
Our psyche is so polluted
I'm Nike you know I'll do it

So stay in check, pay respect, you know what these haters get