Fucking With Me

[Verse 1]

I know these half timing niggas ain't fucking with me
If it comes down to war, they ain't bussing with me
Yea i'm bout to touch a mill, but you won't touch it with me
In the middle of an orgy, they ain't fucking with me
Kill the game, kill the game, is what they want Detroit L-O to do
Stack up on my revenue, when it ain't shit else left to do
Hit the booth and walk out with a batch of the purest crack
Walking out with a couple pounds, you barely got a sack
These niggas, was barely working all along
6 hours in the booth and only came out with 4 songs
That shit pathetic then they wonder why I talk my shit
Compare my lyrics to a loaded gun, overloadеd clip
Every year thesе niggas got a whole new mission
Never sticking to the script, it's so much shit you niggas missing
Palms is itching
Been at the same objective for years
I been on the same road my dude, I just had to switch my gears
Paying bills until I die, that is not the plan
So i'm serving all the crack a nigga can to his fans
Get em on the right track, turn a grinder from a slacker
In the game, niggas don't realize the power of a rapper
Tap into the minds of the youth in a major way
Tell em put them guns down, set themselves a major play
Flex in an iconic way, won't let a sucker play me
They want beef like a deli, but I make the paper daily

[Hook]

You ain't fucking with me
All a nigga spit is crack, you ain't fucking with me
She say she love me, but she choosing, stop fucking with me
Putting work in every week, you ain't fucking with me
You ain't fucking with me
All a nigga spit is crack, you ain't fucking with me
She say she love me, but she choosing, stop fucking with me
Putting work in every week, you ain't fucking with me

[Verse 2]

It's looking like these niggas falling off
I stay at work, i'm never calling off
I raid the game, word to Lara Croft
I go hard on beats that's super soft
Cash deposits make the dick hard, hand me the slip and let me fill it out
Too many stamps on my passport, so you know a nigga be tripping out
I be dipping out tryna see the world while you in the hood on the same shit
Bombay, Bottega, Lemonade, pop up at the function nigga with the same kit
Fire and desire embedded inside the studio
If you ain't full fledge with the shit, then why you do it for
She know I work a lot, we cut out all the nagging
That's a bad habit that i'm trying to kick like when I'm sagging
So I pull them up, along with the ambition that I got
They want me to drop some heat, I hit em with it on the spot
Even if it's not a lot, you know it's up in abundance
Compensated with that Chris Brown money, you better run it