Don't Fuck With Me lyrics

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 clonin'
The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin'.
Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in
She walk like it's hers but the whole world knowin'.

Told n—as it's the new god flow
It's that new testament and that old god* knows
And you new n—as 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 wish 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
Cleared 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 hittin' Satan

Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would barely survive

Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those 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 your Neal Brennans
Sketch comedy, who is for real penning?
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 of 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 sharks 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

Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would hardly survive

Push... no shots... but nothing goes unseen