Look, Don't Touch

I don't got time for it I don't like Tom Ford I ain't into all that flashy fashion stuff unless I can afford it I'll make time for ya I'll make sure I know ya I'm from the Hartbeat, homicide where it turns to Magnolia Yeah, I said Magnolia, yeah-yeah this mag gon' know ya If you mind your business 'round here, you gon' see tomorrow Been a good kid, but, there's folks out here I know will poke ya for it Yeah-yeah poke ya for it, but right now I'ma spazz on it Popped out to the function with a zip up and my socks showin' Girlies hit my line askin' my routine on how my skin glowin' Make a track, make it sound like its final but really it's just a throwaway What's in the vault? Want the secret? Psst, just wait for it East Coast nigga with West Coast aura Still explorin' hoes like your name's Dora What's your name? Nigga, I don't know ya Got amnesia, stay sleep, anesthesia Go toe-to-toe with your top favorite Win or lose, you'll respect me for it I'm top tier, ain't no one like me, take my word for it Now I'm movin' forward, I'm on a higher plane These niggas livin' backwards, still in the same lane What's the price to being a winner in this damn game? Gotta sacrifice, put morals to the side, go eye for an eye Is you down ride? Please don't lie Leave you frozen in time with an open spine Is it worth it to indulge in foolish pride? Take hits to the chin, huh, huh, leave 'em mortified I'll be immortalized, you're so paralyzed Lookin' for the next fix, but really you're the type to dry snitch Actin' like a big dog bully, but, deep down you're the biggest bitch Quit worryin' what I'm always doin', can you please get off my dick? Sorry Lord, I'm out of focus, tired of hearing all the bogusness Nonsense coming from a nigga with job talking bout havin' no cents No sense of reality, understandable, there's still purpose What's said and done was on purpose, now it's back to basics, let me kill this shit Move back, I got my groove back , they like who that? Best believe I'm always with that Not with chit chat, you get pimp smacked Please stay back with your lame ass Can't hang around your lame ass Your bitch ass, wannabe ass, broke ass, stank ass, lil' lame ass Better not touch on my mama, or my wife or my son Which one? The blade or the gun? I'm the son of the Holy One, please shut up while I'm speakin' bruh Boy, pipe down, you a roach, you get smoked if you try to take my throne Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit You'll get popped lil' bitch Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit You'll get popped lil' bitch Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit You'll get popped lil' bitch Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit Please don't touch my shit You'll get popped lil' bitch