Don't Love Me
I'm trying to say fuck my 9 -5 live legally
It ain't easy I know you motherfuckers feeling me
Real as me?
On the strength I doubt that
Sitting in my truck catch a mean contact
Before you drop the battle rap
Think about the payback
Cuz I"ve been doing this shit since way back
I'm so rude making rappers feel screwed
Walking home from my jam saying damn I hate this white dude
I'm lethal just like that injection
My style's resurrecting cuz I keep flexing
Can I rock the mic?
Huh? No question
I write tight shit making whites light spliffs
Heard it 100 times but you still rewind this
Get shady with ya lady then I'm Ghost like Swayze
And if you aint feeling me by now are you crazy?
Yeah I think you are...
Told you I'm gonna slide on these fools Uneek
Show em what riding's about
Like this...
Short fuse long memory strong pedigree
Deadly medleys heavenly with the melodies
Only dead men are free fuck longevity
And some day it'll happen to me huh
So its pedal to the medal I let em all die slow
Dead on arrival spiteful send em to Joe
Jesus don't give a fuck we stuck in the aftermath
Move us around like pawns sit back and laugh
Our Father who art in Heaven
If ya listening will you help me flip this last seven
Cuz I'm sweating know my time is coming dumbing
Too old if they coming to get me I ain't running
Damn I miss my cousin too late for loving
Back on the block thug anyone mean mugging
Bullets tried to riddle me literally fuck the middle see
Little me usually doing dirt in Little Italy
And I'm just trying to protect my seed with my whole life
It's a cold life alcoholic old wife haha
I told you man I told you I ain't even done yet...
Kaos hot spot love the way the Glocks pop
From Norwalk to North top you can't walk where I walk
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My expertise makes MCs freeze
Ya know cuz I'm the reason why your block is vacant
Kaotic will hit ya just to make a statement player
And y'all know I can do this well
I take on any MC get judged by 12
Cuz if I'm carried by 6 well yup that's it
I'll just pack up my shit go back to raising my kid
Feeling like all y'all my sons anyhow
And I honestly aint really feeling your style
If I said it I meant it bite my tongue for no one
I get the job done quality is job 1
I was schooled by the Mob son VIP
And I've been down with the shit since the T-I-P
They probably tell stories about the G I be
Making blood money with my R-I-Ps
To all my 310 and 213s
Salute to my 562 OGs
Never feeble keep it moving like a regal
You can call me evil or unbelievable uhhh
It ain't easy I know you motherfuckers feeling me
Real as me?
On the strength I doubt that
Sitting in my truck catch a mean contact
Before you drop the battle rap
Think about the payback
Cuz I"ve been doing this shit since way back
I'm so rude making rappers feel screwed
Walking home from my jam saying damn I hate this white dude
I'm lethal just like that injection
My style's resurrecting cuz I keep flexing
Can I rock the mic?
Huh? No question
I write tight shit making whites light spliffs
Heard it 100 times but you still rewind this
Get shady with ya lady then I'm Ghost like Swayze
And if you aint feeling me by now are you crazy?
Yeah I think you are...
Told you I'm gonna slide on these fools Uneek
Show em what riding's about
Like this...
Short fuse long memory strong pedigree
Deadly medleys heavenly with the melodies
Only dead men are free fuck longevity
And some day it'll happen to me huh
So its pedal to the medal I let em all die slow
Dead on arrival spiteful send em to Joe
Jesus don't give a fuck we stuck in the aftermath
Move us around like pawns sit back and laugh
Our Father who art in Heaven
If ya listening will you help me flip this last seven
Cuz I'm sweating know my time is coming dumbing
Too old if they coming to get me I ain't running
Damn I miss my cousin too late for loving
Back on the block thug anyone mean mugging
Bullets tried to riddle me literally fuck the middle see
Little me usually doing dirt in Little Italy
And I'm just trying to protect my seed with my whole life
It's a cold life alcoholic old wife haha
I told you man I told you I ain't even done yet...
Kaos hot spot love the way the Glocks pop
From Norwalk to North top you can't walk where I walk
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My expertise makes MCs freeze
Ya know cuz I'm the reason why your block is vacant
Kaotic will hit ya just to make a statement player
And y'all know I can do this well
I take on any MC get judged by 12
Cuz if I'm carried by 6 well yup that's it
I'll just pack up my shit go back to raising my kid
Feeling like all y'all my sons anyhow
And I honestly aint really feeling your style
If I said it I meant it bite my tongue for no one
I get the job done quality is job 1
I was schooled by the Mob son VIP
And I've been down with the shit since the T-I-P
They probably tell stories about the G I be
Making blood money with my R-I-Ps
To all my 310 and 213s
Salute to my 562 OGs
Never feeble keep it moving like a regal
You can call me evil or unbelievable uhhh
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Writer(s): Kris Snider
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