Lyrics
Don't you think about tired, now
Shit
Tired of playin' motherfuckin' games with ya
Hey, Bootleg
What it is and what it ain't
What it can be and what it can't
What it should be and what it shan't
Greater, loss to Keef, there ain't
No scenarios where a L I'll hold
KRT's undefeatable
More feasible, try to Peterroll
Tyson back in like nine-four
Or better yet, 88
Against you Larry Holmes suckas only dominate
In the weak division, your championshippin
Got an asterisk in it in every winnin
No finessin' when applyin pressure
Gain a lesser when I press the effort
Protect your neck cuz, the big stepper
I put my foot down and never let up, HOE
I know you're thinkin' it Main Ingredient Pete and CL
Two.zero
Or Nas and Hit, boy
Sick as shit, boy
K & Bootleg, magical
Producer, rapper, about to act up
Is this is game for us, nigga
No
We got mouths to feed
We got lives to lead
And I don't really thinkin' that y'all know
Made a mane, so we take the pain
Those depend on us can stand and grow
Stick and move or stand and slug
Don't matter none
We toe-to-toe
And guarantee, you ain't hard enough to box me in like claustropho
The wall's not closin' in
Had to pretend we could even go toe-to-toe
Between you and me, not the same league
Hostage hold your confidence
If you the beast, then I'm the burden that left the spirit with a fuckin' dent
I am the immaculate
Funky MC, the alias
Now you can add the Don't play to that list so
Don't play with the don't play
Cuz that don't play
Don't play with the don't play
Cuz that don't play
Don't play with the don't play
Cuz that don't play
Don't play with the don't play