Nobody Fucking With Me

[Hook] Ain’t nobody fucking with me Ain’t nobody fucking with me Ain’t nobody fucking with me [Verse One: Emilio Rojas] Yeah, now ain’t nobody fucking with Emili With a couple bad bitches that’ll suck us till they silly From the Roc and I been living like a boxer outta Philly And I’m running up the Rocky stair, lucky that I gotten here A little Pac in him, little bit of Jay, a lot of Em A little Pun and Hector Lavoe so them women wanting him Now that’s a Latin swag, full price for half a bag Young and I had nothing, I ain’t never going back to that Wherever we go, you know we getting c-notes Making money off your fucking reservations like casino My bitches never need clothes ‘cause they covered in weed smoke My memory is foggy, I forgotten how to be broke They know we hungry how we roll around So if we bite the hand that feed, it’s ‘cause it only trying to hold us down Latinos growing now, every show, we showing out Y’all are fucking crazy trying to slow us down [Hook] [Verse Two: XV] R-I-P to those Mercedes doors They suicide and I ain’t even save ‘em lord A simple life full of nights that you go crazy for Blaze at dorms with crazy whores, hotel rooms with 80 floors Hold up, sit, there may be more but I’m no Oompa Loompa So these dudes will never play me short, mind is like I’m 84 Flow is like I’m 90's bred and grind is like I’m 80's born Flow is still with all these threats that all these naked bitties want Niggas ask how the rap game changed, how? First thing I answer is the rap game ain’t me Authenticity isn't vivid, it’s seen faintly Lately, I haven’t been placing where niggas place me Wouldn’t be preaching if niggas made masterpieces But basely, these niggas been blatantly fucking tracing Green, turn on the lantern and Bruce Banner just got angry Backpacks, hundred stacks, going green, ain’t we? [Hook] [Verse Three: Chris Webby] Aye Emilio, let me drop the beat, a Conneticut prodigy You probably what have people asking who let the monster free No need to do it modestly, lyrically Leave ‘em with more holes than George W’s environmental policies Honestly, this is just another fucking story told Taking over the planet from Alaska to Borneo Joints rolled tighter than a 20 when you snorting blow I’m Al Capone taking over for Johnny Torrio Boss status, feather in my fedora My backpack pack fat like Dora the Explorer You just a minnow motherfucker, Webby is an orca I’m the lord of the fucking rings and you hobbits getting tortured The sword of Excalibur so who’s my next challenger? You Jeff Goldblums got a T-Rex after ya So you must go faster, must go faster ‘Cause when they handing us a mic, we’ll crush those rappers [Hook]