(Verse)
Hammer tools, what you feel is new,
With a trigger moves, this is true kitchen blues
Thugging in the living room
Designer k**er we amount the new kind of figures
Lord forgive me, I just never want them late fiends
A product of skate key, with a hate breeze
And lately, I’ve been dreaming d**h to those who hate me
Proving that grind mode is the prime goal
Focused on the wine toast, success on gline notes
I’m a Brooklyn boy I find chouch wherever I go
Where my pride shows, d**h before dishonor
I don’t agree your honor, we’re treated unfair
So my n***as hold the cannon, like Mariah this year
I put your gap like 9’s and that, flows live and conscious pa**
Forgot the present cause my future came fast
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Hey, check out my melody, f** being a celebrity
You still would remember me
(Hook)
f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me
Can’t f** with me, I swear to God
You n***as can’t f** with me
Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me
You n***as can’t f** with me
(Verse)
Look, flow spitter, inclined to redefine rap
All this weak sh**, I’m here to underline the facts
That most of these rappers is all liars
Like overtime games, they style is so tired
Apply pressure when they can’t test us
The same rap is a damn lecture
Get your grades up, I swear to god you n***as couldn’t fade us
It’s the team, they hold me down, like the Mexican connect
Bullets feather through your vest, I never owned a chopper
But when I stepped inside the booth I form a helicopter
Vietnam rap, a neon necklace in the jungle
Bokean work bomb, my life ain’t humble
f** you n***as wanna do, I’m bout that G immoral ifestyle
Word to my n***a Sean P, salute, oh yeah
New gear, so I’m airing out your laundry
Nobody warned you, my n***as feeling hungry
(Hook)
f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me
Can’t f** with me, I swear to God
You n***as can’t f** with me
Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me
You n***as can’t f** with me
(Verse)
I tell you a**ess damn place, in spectators play
And 16 feeling like a west craven team
The best make a break, and fresh day to day
And live from the sky where the steps made a way
And my way is a waystation, where packages are
Like heron, I’m propositions far as trafficking bars bars
Dead on, as far as kicking in the back of door
They wouldn’t give us room to rap so now the rapping involved
This great tape, still on my rate tape, been on my gray bottoms
I’m still on my ray phase, I’m still on the day to day
Looking stars or how to keep your cool
Outside with the remi, like they team old cruise
And to the broads that be in for the all
They going line for line know when they sniff out the chalk
Tell them tantrums talk, Tera Patrick and her inch foots walk
And I’m setting up money shots
And my expense report is loaded, ha!
(Hook)
f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me
Can’t f** with me, I swear to God
You n***as can’t f** with me
Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me
You n***as can’t f** with me