Get Off Me-Tech N9ne/Darrein Safron/Problem

II'm just tryna try When haters do what they do and steady hidin' the lie Laughing while we, ridin' and high Cause we know that they ladies will let us slide in their pie Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks Cause all they hear from the room is Babadook-dook-dook Yeah, you think I make rooks book? Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder before he do the hook, look Starting from nothing, I did it Y'all mad cause you didn't Y'all mad cause y'all ain't in it Y'all mad cause I got the master plan, cash got no limit I might ride to your block and let this drop when I finish Uh, yeah, put that on your head People thought we was recording 'cause the dot shot red I just do this for my homies 'till the block get fed I rap slow so you understand what the f**k I said But... Ok I'm still on my grind, holding minds down with it I'm keepin' my side Open ya third eye They thinking you're blind Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack Homies' strapped, and ready to ride Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way Whoever said Tech Nina ain't the shizzy is a busta deluxe with cheese My foot is ready to touch ya and scuff the 3's You couldn't move 'em with a Mustard beat plus with Yeez Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker, I'll buck ya then puff the trees I'm for real Do I kill it, certainly so Your lady say she don't 'member ever squirting before Till she had this player in the middle of the west, a flirtin' negro I'll knock her way down the coach for her burkin' ego Ya heard it?! (I heard it!) Let's give it up for the KC King But I never wanna get up in the race, we sing When I get up on a beat, I'ma bake these schemes Look at the Nina I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners Rippin' and packin' arenas Thinkin' he better then he be the dreamer So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way Bitches ain't s**t and they ain't never gon' be shit Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit Chach on this thief shit Dog off the leash shit Get yo BMF Yeah I'm on that leach s**t (What) Money everywhere, n***a disrespect mine and we gunnin' everywhere Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a Februar' Cracked my enemy's girl then I fucked her everywhere Yeah I'm all up in these streets and you suckas never there 80's baby and I grew up with cluckas everywhere Fuck that mad doggin got a shot for every stare If you wanna see fake take a look up in the mirror So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way So get off me Bitch get off me I just don't got no time for all you B*****s and your soft way Clown Town! Clown Town!