Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me lyrics
[Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me lyrics]
Re-up gang, GOOD music, Def Jam
I love my family
The nerve of you
He’ll sit and clip at your lines
Like he ain’t heard of you
I seen it happen before
That man will murder you
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the whole while cloning
The elephant’s in the room, the bitch glowing
Like a ghetto girl with the
Good weave sewn in
She walk like it's her's but
The whole world knowing
Told niggas it’s the new god flow
It’s that New Testament and the old God knows
And you new niggas don’t get to pass go
I’ll monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow
So don’t mention me in the same breath
I’m Genghis
Just venting I never wished to be famous
Truth told I’d much rather be strangers
Before it leads to me
Turnin’ niggas to angels
Local niggas hatin’ but I can’t blame ‘em
Clear the road to the riches
But I can’t pave ‘em
Put Trey up on your hook
Still couldn’t save ‘em
Better chance with a snowball hitting Satan
Dreams money can buy
Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I’m back to the future
My career deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I
Would hardly survive
Don't fuck with me you see
There's a lot of people out
There to be fucked with i am not one
Re-Up Gang don't fuck with me
Rappers on their sophomores
Actin' like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure
When niggas start believing all them encores
I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour
See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince
Chappelle Show, all of you Neal Brennans
Sketch comedy, who was for real pennin'?
The talk don’t match the leather
The swag don’t match the sweaters
And wolves don’t walk with shepherds
These Margiela verses all you mall dwellers
Off-the rack suit's looking like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches’ orphans
Daddy’s MIA like a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin
Cool J-ing on you bitches
But I’m dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside
Dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by
At the US Open, there’s much more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene
Dreams money can buy
Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I’m back to the future
My career deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I
Would hardly survive
Pushno shotsbut nothing goes unseen
I love my family
The nerve of you
He’ll sit and clip at your lines
Like he ain’t heard of you
I seen it happen before
That man will murder you
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the whole while cloning
The elephant’s in the room, the bitch glowing
Like a ghetto girl with the
Good weave sewn in
She walk like it's her's but
The whole world knowing
Told niggas it’s the new god flow
It’s that New Testament and the old God knows
And you new niggas don’t get to pass go
I’ll monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow
So don’t mention me in the same breath
I’m Genghis
Just venting I never wished to be famous
Truth told I’d much rather be strangers
Before it leads to me
Turnin’ niggas to angels
Local niggas hatin’ but I can’t blame ‘em
Clear the road to the riches
But I can’t pave ‘em
Put Trey up on your hook
Still couldn’t save ‘em
Better chance with a snowball hitting Satan
Dreams money can buy
Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I’m back to the future
My career deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I
Would hardly survive
Don't fuck with me you see
There's a lot of people out
There to be fucked with i am not one
Re-Up Gang don't fuck with me
Rappers on their sophomores
Actin' like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure
When niggas start believing all them encores
I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour
See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince
Chappelle Show, all of you Neal Brennans
Sketch comedy, who was for real pennin'?
The talk don’t match the leather
The swag don’t match the sweaters
And wolves don’t walk with shepherds
These Margiela verses all you mall dwellers
Off-the rack suit's looking like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches’ orphans
Daddy’s MIA like a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin
Cool J-ing on you bitches
But I’m dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside
Dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by
At the US Open, there’s much more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene
Dreams money can buy
Three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I’m back to the future
My career deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I
Would hardly survive
Pushno shotsbut nothing goes unseen