Realm Reality - Can't f** With Me lyrics

(Verse) Hammer tools, what you feel is new, With a trigger moves, this is true kitchen blues Thugging in the living room Designer k**er we amount the new kind of figures Lord forgive me, I just never want them late fiends A product of skate key, with a hate breeze And lately, I’ve been dreaming d**h to those who hate me Proving that grind mode is the prime goal Focused on the wine toast, success on gline notes I’m a Brooklyn boy I find chouch wherever I go Where my pride shows, d**h before dishonor I don’t agree your honor, we’re treated unfair So my n***as hold the cannon, like Mariah this year I put your gap like 9’s and that, flows live and conscious pa** Forgot the present cause my future came fast sponsored links Hey, check out my melody, f** being a celebrity You still would remember me (Hook) f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me Can’t f** with me, I swear to God You n***as can’t f** with me Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me You n***as can’t f** with me (Verse) Look, flow spitter, inclined to redefine rap All this weak sh**, I’m here to underline the facts That most of these rappers is all liars Like overtime games, they style is so tired Apply pressure when they can’t test us The same rap is a damn lecture Get your grades up, I swear to god you n***as couldn’t fade us It’s the team, they hold me down, like the Mexican connect Bullets feather through your vest, I never owned a chopper But when I stepped inside the booth I form a helicopter Vietnam rap, a neon necklace in the jungle Bokean work bomb, my life ain’t humble f** you n***as wanna do, I’m bout that G immoral ifestyle Word to my n***a Sean P, salute, oh yeah New gear, so I’m airing out your laundry Nobody warned you, my n***as feeling hungry (Hook) f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me Can’t f** with me, I swear to God You n***as can’t f** with me Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me You n***as can’t f** with me (Verse) I tell you a**ess damn place, in spectators play And 16 feeling like a west craven team The best make a break, and fresh day to day And live from the sky where the steps made a way And my way is a waystation, where packages are Like heron, I’m propositions far as trafficking bars bars Dead on, as far as kicking in the back of door They wouldn’t give us room to rap so now the rapping involved This great tape, still on my rate tape, been on my gray bottoms I’m still on my ray phase, I’m still on the day to day Looking stars or how to keep your cool Outside with the remi, like they team old cruise And to the broads that be in for the all They going line for line know when they sniff out the chalk Tell them tantrums talk, Tera Patrick and her inch foots walk And I’m setting up money shots And my expense report is loaded, ha! (Hook) f** with me, you n***as can’t f** with me Can’t f** with me, I swear to God You n***as can’t f** with me Who I be? That’s right, you n***as can’t f** with me You n***as can’t f** with me