Get Your Handz Off

[Intro] The rest is history Neo keep 'em rockin' baby Double R what I got this part right here [Verse 1] From the start to the finish, Imma bark on contenders Wanna tarnish my image, I can't promise forgiveness See I was never like this, my mom's would never like this And y'all was never like us, that's why y'all never liked us See I might take ya style, flip it back make it crack Sell a couple mil get some stacks, here you go now take it back I'm spittin' lines of fire, I'm in the line of fire Designer attire makin' me a sign of desire I just rhyme to inspire, ya favorite line supplier I run thru fan signs and land mines the size of tires How many minds inquire, I got mines and acquired Enough props to make y'all resign and retire [Hook] Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me [Verse 2] This is hot as it gets, ya shit's not as intense My flow got 'em convinced, they ain't got at him since My back's against the wall, so if I turn and flee And run from what's in front of me, that won't make no sense at all This for my dons and divas, haters and non-believers They just tryna deceive us like Judas dishonored Jesus Why you tryin' to critique this, don't take kindness for weakness Leave you behind the speakers, body minus some pieces You got records to sell, I got records to break You will never excel against me, measure the rate I got too much at stake, I just follow my fate Annihilate and dominate and I ain't even tryna wait [Hook] Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me [Verse 3] While you hang out I bang out, make moves like shots rang out Wanna know what my slang 'bout? They be like 'shut yo damn mouth' Ya chances are slim, makin' advances on Jin While you shootin' the breeze, I'm dancin' with the wind This is not ya ordinary, my style sorta varies Slaughter you, than ya crew cause you know the more the merry You already know the outcome, so how come you doubt son [I'm goin' out by any means necessary; Malcolm](1369152) [Hip hop without Jin is like shootouts without guns Churches without nuns, bankers without funds Smokin' without lungs, cities without slums](1593648) If my fans force me, get ya fuckin' hands off me [Hook] Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me Now hold on and just stomp, stomp Get ya hands off me