[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
Don’t get in my way
Get in my way, shots from the AK
Shit gon’ spray, if you get in my way
Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
We don’t play, don’t get in my way
Get in my way
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
The money green but now it’s blue
I'm a phenom, you feed lies to the youth
Still rock the cream Filas with the strings loose
Don’t think of me when you mention these nincompoops, I’m the truth
Hit you and leave you nuked, you could hula-hoop through a Froot Loop
The root of all evil’s the love of loot, but brothers wasn’t moved
With stacks of hundreds in the duffel you look lovable
We ran off to be a couple ‘cause that’s what true lovers do
Fuck with no rubbers in the W
Can’t trust motherfuckers, they'll bug the room
"Why don’t you get comfortable and remove your running shoes?"
Run through these new dudes like some food, don’t get stuck in your tubes
I can smell the blood in the pool, coming for wounds
Change the color of the lagoon hon’ I’m becoming cruel
Nothing’s new under the sun and moon
It’s rough where I’m from you might wanna take the gun to school
Only a fool would assume that these thugs will adjust the rules
I’m sorry to bust your bubble but I’m a stubborn mule
I refuse to coon for some fuckin’ views
Fly your head like a kite
Stretch the white when your bread light, breath is life
They ain’t salute Max until they gave him seventy-five
What good is the credit if you can’t get it while you alive
Uh, niggas love to dick ride when you die
It’s just props, it ain’t a blow job my guy
Pops was wise, watch you idolize
You know what they say about a idle mind so don’t hop over the rightful line
Nigga
Nigga
Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
Don’t get in my way
Get in my way, shots from the AK
Shit gon’ spray, if you get in my way
Don’t get in my way, don’t get in my way
We don’t play, don’t get in my way
Get in my way
[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
The money green but now it’s blue
I'm a phenom, you feed lies to the youth
Still rock the cream Filas with the strings loose
Don’t think of me when you mention these nincompoops, I’m the truth
Hit you and leave you nuked, you could hula-hoop through a Froot Loop
The root of all evil’s the love of loot, but brothers wasn’t moved
With stacks of hundreds in the duffel you look lovable
We ran off to be a couple ‘cause that’s what true lovers do
Fuck with no rubbers in the W
Can’t trust motherfuckers, they'll bug the room
"Why don’t you get comfortable and remove your running shoes?"
Run through these new dudes like some food, don’t get stuck in your tubes
I can smell the blood in the pool, coming for wounds
Change the color of the lagoon hon’ I’m becoming cruel
Nothing’s new under the sun and moon
It’s rough where I’m from you might wanna take the gun to school
Only a fool would assume that these thugs will adjust the rules
I’m sorry to bust your bubble but I’m a stubborn mule
I refuse to coon for some fuckin’ views
Fly your head like a kite
Stretch the white when your bread light, breath is life
They ain’t salute Max until they gave him seventy-five
What good is the credit if you can’t get it while you alive
Uh, niggas love to dick ride when you die
It’s just props, it ain’t a blow job my guy
Pops was wise, watch you idolize
You know what they say about a idle mind so don’t hop over the rightful line
Nigga
Nigga
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