Staring At Me

[Verse 1] Sit neutral dont pick sides I moderate But dishonor is something we Dont tolerate I'm not a shooter im not a killer im just a human Spilling my guts up on the record and keeping it moving You can keep what you doin, Rizzle an eagle in flight Know if you talking that bullshit Ima see you tonight Mama been feeding me right, Pop was like Cus D'Amato Scar on my lip cuz a pussy bitch had to bust with a bottle You don't know me so let the charade go homie A new mogul? You boost mobile you so phony Passion is a prerequisite for hard work 'fore I sold my soul to the devil I'd prolly starve first Hop into the Honda I'm hopin the fuckin car works I just want my drink I don't need this bitch at the bar to flirt Shovel in my palm like a gravedigger When it's all said and done they say he a brave figure [Hook] And I dont really know whatcha over there thankin, but you should Prolly roll something up and keep drankin Cuz I dont like you staring at me, like we already cool I'm just tryna get high tonight Please dont kill my vibe tonight And I dont really know what you over there thinkin, but you should Prolly roll something up and keep drankin Cuz I'm just tryna get high tonight [Verse 2] Listen who you think you fucking with kid you got the wrong dude I'm not him iight slim so watch what you do You ain't getting a word up outta me unless you got my check unless you got my respect And I dont bang bang I dont pop no techs But I got two fists and I will rock your shit So fuck around and throw a glass hook We all know that yo ass shook Come up out the crib and get yo ass whooped My body scarred but immaculate still I put these assholes to work like a factory mill When I hearem talking bout me it just flatters me If you really got a problem homie then come after me Pistol knife axe chains bitch come shackle me Rapper talking down then it's blasphemy no he dont get a pass from me Nice guy goodfella whatever Talk that sweet shit I'ma send you to the shredder it's, Roo [Hook] [Verse 3] Lesson learned cuz I been there, done that Got the baton caught the punt had it run back If I had a dollar for these stranger on my nutsack Maybe I would be rich, maybe I'd be the shit But, motherfuck it Ima still whip a V6 And pull up at the stop light bumpin out to 3-6 Hop out with my homies so you can suck 3 dicks And that's a predicament that I pre-dict Oh, I know a snake when I see the motherfucker Bullets tend to find the greedy motherfuckers I don't know if I'm close to the coffin But if he cross me you can off him No nonsense otherwise it ain't no progress And my observation serving as adequate confirmation Type of mofucka that deadbolt with the top lock Cuz you know how it goes when the cops knock doble