Don't Push Me

No money for real meals so we throw noodles in the pot
Far from a rap deal so we working with what we got
If time is of the essence then I ain't watching the clock
My flow is so impressive i'm destined to hit the top
I say my flow is sent from heaven and the devil think it's hot
If you think you on my level ima turn it up a notch
Yellow like corn kettle so ain't no doubt my shit pop
Spread love like butter still niggas throwing the salt shit
Since we got this popcorn I made a movie with yo bitch and she can vouch for it
Only a thirty minute clip but ima make some copies
She tried to kiss all on my dick I told her bitch get sloppy
I told her breathe through her nose until it get snotty
And she ain't from mexico but she call me papi
I got presidential goals but I ain't mitt romney
Where you find me? prolly on the east side with my niggas riding
Never hiding, never slippin but we slidin
If he trippin then I got em
All you hear is and then I hide the body
All it take is one head shot to know he ain't surviving nigga

Niggas gon be like that nigga sb ain't no killa nigga
Nigga talking bout he shooting niggas hiding the body and shit
Nigga ain't no killer

Ain't nobody a killer until they getting pushed
Niggas get out on that field and turn to reggie bush
I ain't no vet but i'll be damned if I get called a rook
I'm so tired of my city being overlooked
The studio is like my kitchen with the way I cook
The way i'm attracting these bitches got these niggas shook
So they just sit up in the club with they mean mugs
Like why the bad bitches only let sb fuck?
Nigga cheer up, it's gon be okay
But, you ain't get you no hoes if you continue to hate
And you ain't gone get you no dough if you continue to wait
For niggas to put you on you gotta get ya own plate
If you wanna eat, I ain't facing no defeat
Want the salad and the beef
Tell the homie roll the tree
Light it up the smoke is free
Put a nigga on a t
I be where them robbers and dealers and killers really be
I got homies in the pen doing five and doing ten
I got homies dead and gone that I won't ever see again
Shoot the jay or pass the rock nigga either way I win
Pour a shot up for my pops bumpy face that seagrams gin nigga