Staring At Me Lyrics

[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