Don't Bite the Hand
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
When you down, they not around
But when you up they need you
Ooh, they need you
Ooh, fuck all that you say
Ooh, they see through
Ooh, fuck all the two face
Sipping on Dusse,
Fuck what you say
Apologies if you tryna stop me (uh uh) - bitch you too late!
You curved I threw straight,
Looking at God like ‘thanks for the cue, aye’
In my mind can’t count up all the times,
That I went without a plate to guarantee that my crew ate
Selfless, funny now they care about my self less I can’t help stress
I’m feeling helpless, Mama telling me I need to help less 'fore I am wealth less
I’m well dressed from the toes up, chest out with my nose up
Necklace hiding in plain sight, it got stage fright, yeah, it froze up
I glowed up (that’s true), never slowed up (that’s true)
Now the same ones that used to count me out'll be counting on me (that’s new)
I’m the one to project myself, wear a Jesus piece to protect myself
Can’t play the cards that I was never dealt, never raised to fold so better check yourself
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
When you down, they not around
But when you up they need you
Ooh, they need you
Ooh, fuck all that you say
Ooh, they see through
Ooh, fuck all the two face
Sipping on Henny like water (splash), I might pull up on your daughter (smash)
I can't be cuffing no queen if she ain’t got no dream, raise a flag like a corner (corner)
Still I smash it, man, I slaughter,
1-800 call the coroner
Best believe I can afford her,
Buy her a ring if she born cross the border
Aye, I’m, jumping the fence with the vert of LeBron in 2010
Making sure that the fake hoes and the fake bros stay permanently close to the fucking past tense
Y’all washed up, y’all rinsed, y’all too loose with y’all two cents
Y’all be wasting time tryna stop my grind, take your mind up off of my chips
This ain’t no casino, it’s no gamble, I got c notes, drip on heat though
You by yourself, yo girl with me bro, you pay for attention she let me free throw
Run the game I’m the referee bro, ain’t nobody that can F me with me bro
Check your crew instead of checking me bro, you played yourself you ain’t playing me bro
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
Don’t bite the hand
Don’t bite the hand that feed you
When you down, they not around
But when you up they need you
Ooh, they need you
Ooh, fuck all that you say
Ooh, they see through
Ooh, fuck all the two face