Don’t Fuck Wit Me

[Intro]

Re-up gang, G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam

I love my family

[Verse 1]

The nerve of you

He’ll sit and clip at your lines like he ain’t heard of you

I seen it happen before, that man will murder you

The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar

Tiptoe-in' but the whole while cloning

The elephant’s in the room, the bitch glowing

Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn in

She walk like its her's but the whole world knowing

Told niggas it’s the new god flow

It’s that New Testament and the old God knows

And you new niggas don’t get to pass go

I’ll monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow

So don’t mention me in the same breath, I’m Genghis

Just venting I never wished to be famous

Truth told I’d much rather be strangers

Before it leads to me turnin’ niggas to angels

Local niggas hatin’ but I can’t blame ‘em

Clear the road to the riches but I can’t pave ‘em

Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn’t save ‘em

Better chance with a snowball hitting Satan

[Chorus]

Dreams money can buy

Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's

Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you

When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive

[Refrain]

Don't fuck with me

You see

There's a lot of people out there to be fucked with

I am not one

Re-Up Gang

Don't fuck with me

[Verse 2]

Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords

Fame such a funny thing for sure

When niggas start believing all them encores

I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour

See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint

Skins vs. blouses, you mirror Prince

Chappelle Show, all of you Neal Brennans

Sketch comedy, who was for real pennin'?

The talk don’t match the leather

The swag don’t match the sweaters

And wolves don’t walk with shepherds

These Margiela verses all you mall dwellers

Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers

Coffins for my old bitches’ orphans

Daddy’s MIA like a dolphin

Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin

Cool J-ing on you bitches but I’m dark-skinned

We walked in, seats courtside

Dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by

At the US Open, there’s much more to Queens

Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene

[Chorus]

Dreams money can buy

Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's

Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you

When you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive

[Outro]

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In stores 10/15

G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam

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