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E-40

Don't @ Me

 

Don't @ Me

(álbum: Practice Makes Paper - 2019)


(Traxamillion)

[E-40:]
Gotta stand for something or you gon' fall for anything (Anything)
That's what I be tryna tell my offspring (Offspring)
Gotta hold 'em like a hiker on a cliff (On a cliff)
Take baby steps, you got a lifetime to get rich (Forever)
Making the wrong decision'll get you put in prison (What else?)
Your girlfriend'll leave you when you get sentenced (Wow)
Now, your potnas is in her mentions
While you working the chow line up in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
Hitting the gym, just live within the devious
The closest ones to you be the most envious (Jealous)
Vindictive and trifling, snakes in a coil
Not all the time, 'cause a lotta your potnas can be loyal (Real)
I felt that comment that came from the legend Boosie
"Rappers, move out your city 'fore you get killed in your city"
Money cause envy so you gotta protect your neck and your pumpkin
And when you successful, people think you owe 'em something (Preach)

Ain't nothing phony about my testimony
I call it how I see it
I tell it like it is
I've been around it and I breathe it
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me, biatch!)

[OMB Peezy:]
Really from the mud, potna, I ain't just rapping
Ay, ain't with the cap and don't at me, get at me
If there's money there then I'm at it, I'm trapping
Every night 'cause Peezy gotta make it happen, no lacking
Stay packing, out there grinding with a passion
Niggas died left and right but you won't see me in a casket
Plastic, new Glock, tucked it in my jacket
Ask me 'bout a murder, I'ma start laughing, hahahaha
Wanna know that money was the motive
This one right here for them soldiers trapping on a Motorola
Mix it with the baking soda, push it like a baby stroller
Every young nigga can make it, you just gotta stay focused
Call it like I see it, I'ma tell it like it is
I'ma keep it gangsta as long as I live
Wanna know the real, all you gotta do is ask me
But if you wanna spread the word, don't at me
Peezy

[E-40:]
Ain't nothing phony about my testimony
I call it how I see it
I tell it like it is
I've been around it and I breathe it
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me, biatch!)

Shouldn't no parent have to bury they child deep underground (Unh-uh)
It should be the other way around (For real)
Sorrow and grief, senseless losses
'Posed to die of old age, we 'posed to die of natural causes (Tell 'em)
In most cases but that is not the case (Why?)
Not where we stay, not in this place (Unh-uh)
They play the game of death, they tryna score
Until they see their family and potna's brains on the floor
It's different than the way it used to be, it's sick
They look forward to going to jail, everybody toting a stick (Everybody)
Especially out here in the smurkish, dirty Bay
Where they quick to throw it all away in one day, I wish somebody come and pray
It's easy to kill but it's harder to get used to it
I might know a couple of people that used to do it
After the second time, the third time was a cinch (What else?)
Once you're numb to it it's just like gutting up a fish (Biatch!)

Ain't nothing phony about my testimony
I call it how I see it
I tell it like it is
I've been around it and I breathe it
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me)
Don't at me (Don't at me), don't at me (Don't at me, biatch!)

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