Disrespectful

Flippin’ and foldin’ the opposition No intermission — mind locked in, got tunnel vision I was drownin’, had to rise out the trenches Cut off the dead weight, chopped ties like extensions I’m past all that hopeless shit Came from the coldest pit Now I’m the dopest pick I’m stackin’ the work we flip Told her “hold my kids,” she caught it clean Didn’t spill a drip Shorty swallow deep like she tryin’ to hit the bottom quick Got her ass in the air while I’m pullin’ on her weave, Dick so good she don’t want me to leave. I nut on her tongue while she drop to her knees, Then I send her right home — I don’t cuddle no skeez. If you got a problem, say that shit Run up on me? I'll handle it But that ain’t smart Hope you know this the start I can smell a hater from a mile away Try to step — now you gonna pay If you fake, get the fuck out my face Send your ass to Heaven’s gates This my fate — they been known I'm the one Man....I’m feelin’ great I’m feelin’ great [Instrumental Break] They ask for a piece, but none of ’em aided me (Yuh) Starvin’ for help — but none of these clowns gon’ get a plate from me (Yuh) They can’t walk steps I paved for me I bled for it faithfully Trappin’ and hustlin’, only way it had to be Yo girl, she throw it back violently Archin’ like she tryna break the spine in me Pussy got a vice grip — swear this bitch realigning me Got her screamin’ my name so loud the neighbors think she’s dyin’ for me. [Chorus] If you got a problem, say that shit Run up on me? I'll handle it But that ain’t smart Hope you know this the start I can smell a hater from a mile away Try to step — now you gonna pay If you fake, get the fuck out my face Send your ass to Heaven’s gates This my fate — they been known I'm the one Man....I’m feelin’ great I’m feelin’ great I’m reckless, breathless, talkin’ disrespectful, Hood-raised menace with a stick that’s vengeful. Came from the bottom now I'm feelin' fuckin' spiteful Earned all my shit, it's all rightful-ly mine Ain't no one gimme a fuckin' dime So bitch, now we on my time I’m the big talk, big step, big threat proper, Illest in the game — make the booth need a doctor. Ain't need anyone else on my roster Cold steel fittin' nice in the holster Catch a hater lackin’, turn his mug into pasta, Got that loud, this shit singin' like the opera Ops run they mouth, but they softer than a toddler, I'm the type to turn a threat into laughter — One shot ring out, make your soul run faster Bitch