M.A.T. - Don't Push Me lyrics

[Verse 1: TreDay] Trick I go hard than a mother f**er Trey Daily I'm gravy get another cup of White rice and bright lights You need shades on You know I blaze strong old school like a pay phone I got my J's on so I can fly high But connected in this b**h like I got Wi-Fi A shy guy but never too far ahead of me I fly high then go hard on the melody f** what them haters telling me I ain't listening at all I'm just itching to ball my mission never fall Put petitions up on the wall wishing to have it all I like your style baby just tell me when I can call I creep and I crawl something that you've never seen Come down to the south if you don't know what I mean Clean like Mean Green on the scene with my team I go to bed with a dollar and a mother f**ing dream Like that boy J. Cole b**h I make the pay roll You was like a day slow I'ma have to lay low Never can mistake hoes pointing with their eyes closed You can get a blind fold I'm about to rhyme cold Mind blown every time I get on the mic The new Rapper's Delight we can battle or fight And I might just go off of the edge of the ledge And if you push me one more time I'm aiming straight for your head You dead and you ain't coming back b**h I'm like a running back I'm about to run it back tell me what you done with that Breaking through the line and I ain't taking my time I give you everything man I ain't wasting a line You can hate on my kind What else did you expect if I can take it It's mine got the greatness to shine It's divine how we coming up Everybody running up You don't know me I don't know you sh** I think I've done enough I run enough so I can tell haters to shut it up I cut it up chop chopping your city gut it up I put it down, downtown I love the underground Stick around and find out what we all about Dirty south don't doubt we keep it trill Wanna make a mill? work hard and keep it real Get out of my grill or get out of my way Just don't press my mother f**ing red bu*ton today And a lot of haters thinking they got something to say I blow it right back in your face I've been blunted for days In haze I'm trying to find my way up out of this maze I'ma blaze and shine bright they just follow when Trey What a day I can't believe it anything I achieve it Just leave it to me I got the keys to the streets I'm a beast [Verse 2: Matthew] Ayo I gotta be original meaning there's no identical When it comes to the flow never about the minimal And I learned from the old school there are no rules So you can forget whatever they told you I go through a zone that only few can structure Puncture bi-curious busters For even thinking about trying to touch the Style I use cause to do what I do is something too tough For you to come up with And it's about to get deep I grew up fast then rose up from under the concrete Only need to swap meet money for a bomb beat And you can watch me turn a rapper into chop beef That's no subliminal everything is lyrical To the point that my methods are turning secular things To spiritual miracle master physical fractures Will turn you into a pickle even after your d**h My breath is like a dragon with strep So you can fathom me cough And make a flame even when I'm sick Or maybe it's my wit homie that ain't it It took a lot of practice and I haven't quit Actually when I tried I came back to it Like an addict thoughts are rabid Gotta have it even if I gotta grab it Out of a jar of acid I'ma do it just to make another cla**ic I'm so committed wonder how I did it Talk about a life so livid cause I live it Even if I didn't my words are so specific You wouldn't know the difference If I hid it so forget it cause I spit it so raw You gotta stop and pause Just so you can watch all of the haters dropping their jaws Cause my flows are automatic And my songs are audio biographic for the ma**es So you can have it even when I'm in my casket You ba*tards matter fact y'all hoes like maggots Trying to s** up everything Matt gets So I guess I gotta go get graphic Sadistic malicious get a crowd of people so they can witness As I rip his ligaments I cut off his tenderness Hm delicious time to scratch that sh** off my wish list That's what happens when you dudes act like b**hes Bunch of dogs getting fixed with some scissors So check the wordplay I heard them say The other day that I was going to lose in the worse way b**h you couldn't beat me if you wished it on your birthday So get high and get low If you don't try how will you know I'm ready to ride on my foes Got my brother on my side and I'm bout to blow Now if you wanna go toe for toe Or blow for blow I'm ready to go But if not I'm letting you know Man don't push me or I might just go hard than mother f**er