Don't At Me

What's new? Yeah I'm killing it Call for a truce, keep your eyes on the prize Coz these dogs are on the loose And your wifey yeah she's sort of my muse I'm not playing with you Love it when you skip baggage claim Because your status changed Bet you hating coz only last year you had a name You were famous and probably smashing the baddest dame Now the only thing that is shining's your dangling chain This is for the Cassius Clays Going through drastic change Keep your head up get your bread up Things about to change You've been fed up, this vendetta for traitors aim That beretta, let it rip and let it sing, melodies Huh huh huh something like that Know you talk a lot but back it up She never writes back You've been ducking shots the block is hot Just like my night cap I could run it up I call the shots I'll be right back, wait I never pass the baton They say I'm good, my health is good Nigga I'm just sick at rapping You're too known for capping Captions too long Oh she want that? It's like a foot long Huh huh huh she gets like that Used to love your pop songs now she only likes rap Something I just might add On some Pretty Ricky freaky shit Glued to the money flow, my paper's who I'm sticking with Wow, I'll let you slurp that in We don't split no dividends coz I don't work for them I'm blessed with popping on your feeds I don't pop percocets Get things of my chest on records things that hurt too much to text My flex is on world connect I should be top major threat They see me as minor threat That there is your timely death Death like Jay done DOA Execute like POA, I hate double headed snakes That's why when I shoot I just spray Please come out your cave Like, where you hiding? This is for the raves, now Just, bang your head against the walls like your wearing helmets Their, flow is soft as velvets me - I just whip it like a slave Controversial, spring break Your moist no commercial - first take I get it done like I've been practicing at rehearsals I heat it then I serve you, it's so good that it irks you ahh Huh huh huh something like that Know you talk a lot but back it up She never writes back You've been ducking shots the block is hot just like my night cap I could run it up I call the shots I'll be right back, wait Get yourself together Freshest and she's flying solo That bird doesn't flock together You lot should come together Take a pic, take a stance Independent mama, let em' see you dance Flick a wrist, you're a gift And your son too, he's a gift Non-believers thinking I'll fail my come up is a myth If I'll kill it? Am I up to it? Like Obama, yes I can This that flow, you don't spit you swallow Hot sauce in the pan Ohh shit, full eclipse yeah, blacked out tunnel vision At 16, made commitments, had epiphanies in my kitchen Had Jennifer in my kitchen Bad tendencies what you sniffing Must be high on something I'll dead that here's the coffin Nail it on the head (Dead dead) Nail it on the head (Dead dead) Throw em' off a ledge (Off off) Right after I make em' say the pledge Don't at me