Don't At Me

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Mike Maro

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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

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