Don't Make Me

[Intro]

Griselda...

[Verse 1]

Uhh, smokin' to the face, that's the ways of a loner

Had shootouts, cops clean the blood stains with ammonia

Before I had a job, got paid from a corner

Lost a seed to a drive-by, a stray hit his daughter, uhh

My whole story, facts, how I blew 40 racks

And if I catch another case I get the mandatory max

Kick it with my jeweler, still sittin' with a shooter

In case some niggas wanna try and put a ceiling on my future (nah)

I'm gettin' money now, sendin' bitches to Aruba

Investigators pullin' up my pictures on computers

When friends start to switch in this business get confusin'

Call the plug James Harden 'cause he dribblin' in Houston

It go from him, my trunk, the kitchen to the users

Ate his last meal, he was sittin' with a Judas

We was street niggas, did a little bit, improvin'

Still street niggas, we just makin' bid'ness men manoeuvres

Motherfucker!

[Verse 2]

Look, uhh

Real niggas verse fake, and we up one

And all these real niggas know the cloth that I'm cut from

Chanel bag leather strap layin' across the shoulder

Sittin' next to Raphael Saadiq at Bossanova

Cross me, you make your funeral arrangements

Hand out pictures to killers, give my shooters locations

Y'all niggas trip and be broke, y'all ain't used to no paper

That's why you trap and give that money back soon as you make it

Uhh, niggas pull up shootin' cans from convertibles

Enough on your head, make your friends wanna murder you

Watch how I withstand the damage, endurable

Watch how they react when God grants you a miracle

Rappers drop once want you to hand 'em the title

I speak facts, I can rap with my hand on the Bible

Walk in my shoes, you gotta shake hands with your rivals

And get signed when the D.A. got plans to indict you, the shit real