Lyrics

Yeah Too many haters tryna tap into my inner-G Motherfucker get the fuck, get the fuck away from me You don't got, you don't got what I need Motherfucker get the fuck get the fuck away from me Too many enemies tryna tap into my energy Motherfucker get the fuck, get the fuck away from me You don't got, you don't got what I need Motherfucker get the fuck get the fuck away from me If you're not talking about the cheese I'm talking 'bout rolling up your sleeves when it's time to get it If not motherfucker you can get hit Get the fuck away from me I don't need your energy or anything you offer me On my cheese and broccoli This is not an option to me This is years in the making obviously... obviously This is not rocket science or anatomy This is me fucking with me that was the strategy And I don't really fuck with y'all I need a lot of me's I make the hook, beat, verse and melodies So can you do me a little favor Can you stay away from me if you're not really tryna eat I guess that makes you my enemy Because honesty if it's really up to me I feel like a different breed I love it when I do it differently Started with a little tiny bitty seed now I got a fucking tree you are not my source of energy Yeah Too many haters tryna tap into my inner-G Motherfucker get the fuck, get the fuck away from me You don't got, you don't got what I need Motherfucker get the fuck get the fuck away from me Too many enemies tryna tap into my energy Motherfucker get the fuck, get the fuck away from me You don't got, you don't got what I need Motherfucker get the fuck get the fuck away from me Oh you wanted a verse Miggy? Well let me get the hearse, cause I can make the church jiggy They saying raps not good Nigga you heard Fifty? I got a few Eminems up my sleeve don't make me call the Dr. silly I be chopping really non-stop until the clock can feel me Time is my baby and I feed it whatevers left within me I'm praying for anything that God can send me So I deal the deck of cards I got, no matter if there's numbers missing I can take greatness and shapeshift it Until I look like an exact replica with the face missing I'm laying waste until the case dismissed Hate rigid but I got love for people who got my back when the bass kicks in I've spent way too much energy on people who don't want me in this industry Just remember when I'm on top please... Stay the what? Stay the who? Stay the fuck away from me
Writer(s): Miguel Bautista Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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