Don't
Don't ya holla at me now
Don't ya
Don't ya holla at me now
(Ill Instrumentals)

'Cause you don't get along with my brothers
So gon' kick rocks with the others
It's almost like we came from the same mother
Low-key, we did, this whole universe like my motherfuckin' mother
I will travel galaxies to kill you
Even if you kill me, I'll come back around and kill you
Guess we'll be going back and forth between the other side

You say they feel you, way it's looking they don't feel you
Ooh, I'm burning up, you need to chill and show the real you
Let the people know the deal
No amount of gold teeth, no amount of no sleep, nigga
Shit'll never make you trill

I know you tryna do it for the bitches
I do it for the bitches, too
No lie, if in the process you crossing up my brother
Find your body in them ditches, too
Send the pictures to your missus, too
Ain't no real niggas be missing you

I be sitting on the moon just tryna come up with some shit to do
I've been contemplating coming down to earth to hit a lick or two
Kinda shocked I'm still living
When I think 'bout all the shit that I've been living through
My brother, my sister, way I'm living swear to god you gon' be living, too

(I am the Supreme Master of this universe)
(I am the Great Destroyer)

You don't get along with no women
If you living how I'm living then you know, wassup
Gotta stop thinking bitches tripping
'Cause they're in tune with something deeper and they know, wassup

If they talking 'bout the greatest man they know it's us
Had to shake a few people always holding up
Always holding up the progress now I'm blowing up
So if the shit not really lit then I ain't showing up
And don't be pressing me 'bout money, nigga, I do a lot for ya

You was sitting at the door
A nigga blew the lock for ya, now you know
How to do it I showed you, better know
If you blow it, I told ya, let 'em know

(You don't mind if I take him out right? I need to blow off some steam)
Let 'em know
(I'm in a very bad mood)

Let 'em know, let 'em know
With the shits though
Ride up, pop a nigga in a Benzo
Rattle snake skirt with the cinch coat
Looking so proper when you get dough

But I can't lie nigga I'm anti-pictures
Better keep it on the low when we get throwed
And they thinking they be on like that
Boy, the swag ain't coming with a warning tag
You can find me with my dogs
Loyal to the bone with the swag unlocked
You might think twice with the sack I brought
With the tags I pop, I can brag just 'cause

But I don't, doing lil' things these bitches won't, yeah
Doing all the things I fucking want, yeah
Most of us been left the fuck alone, yeah
It's all about what you do on your time
What you do in your prime
Got the woo woo with the lime
Whiskey and a dime, yeah
Penny for your thoughts?
Got the Remy in my mind

Steady on the climb, ay, hoes steady on decline
Seat steady in recline, in the Chevy with the guy
Machete on the side and we heavy getting high
Yeah, we heavy getting high