Don't Listen to Me
Dear to my homies, dear to my day ones
The only people to stay when the fun goes
Don't go with gun hos, I don't fuck around those
You see me in the lobby speaking with sound pros
Lo and behold, me, Husam
The from the Middle East, who goes ham
Man, if you only understand one thing
There's no man more born to sing
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags
Bring you my work
Read you my story
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags
Bring you my work
Read you my story
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
That's fuel to the fire, you two fold liars
Unleashed the lion, I won't hear you crying
When you'll be lying on your back tryna shovel words back
Down your throat, I smell fear in the pockets of your coat
Your pants are soaked, mom's casserole
Don't worry, I won't slay you here
In a cage, I'll keep you starving, now
Let me hear your nasty comments
Cause you give me motivation, I don't care for
Reconciliation, my plans involve conquering the nation
Putting pen to this pad with a little alliteration
Feel the chills in your lap as you listen to my conversation
Arranging compilation videos
Gimme those, I'll be signing breasts at Philly shows
Don't deserve shit when the verse hit
Now you flare and your girl's skirt split, damn
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
The only people to stay when the fun goes
Don't go with gun hos, I don't fuck around those
You see me in the lobby speaking with sound pros
Lo and behold, me, Husam
The from the Middle East, who goes ham
Man, if you only understand one thing
There's no man more born to sing
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags
Bring you my work
Read you my story
Paint you a picture
Show you my bags
Bring you my work
Read you my story
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
That's fuel to the fire, you two fold liars
Unleashed the lion, I won't hear you crying
When you'll be lying on your back tryna shovel words back
Down your throat, I smell fear in the pockets of your coat
Your pants are soaked, mom's casserole
Don't worry, I won't slay you here
In a cage, I'll keep you starving, now
Let me hear your nasty comments
Cause you give me motivation, I don't care for
Reconciliation, my plans involve conquering the nation
Putting pen to this pad with a little alliteration
Feel the chills in your lap as you listen to my conversation
Arranging compilation videos
Gimme those, I'll be signing breasts at Philly shows
Don't deserve shit when the verse hit
Now you flare and your girl's skirt split, damn
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
Please
No
Don't listen to me
Don't listen to me
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Writer(s): Sam Ashtar
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