Cleva Thoughts – Don't Come At Me Feat. The Syrin lyrics

[HOOK] (2x)
Don't Come at Me talking bout'
You the hardest rap bitch out in the game
(you can have that shit)
Don't come at me talking bout'
You an O.G when you really are a lame
(Do ya thing lil' bitch)
Don't Come at me talking bout'
How you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(I don't give a fuck)
Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch
Nigga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)

[CLEVA THOUGHTS Verse]
You might look good but ya rap mediocre
Be the ogre blow flames til' you a non smoker
What's that odor, its that shit mixed with baking soda
Coming up local, full speed call me loco-motor
Got me fucked up like I'm never sober
If you think I'm bowing down
It's before I strike like King cobra
This real life the dream over
Takeover, Palmer park Landover, Baltimore team show up!
Luckier than green clovers
That I don't give a fuck if you gleam
Hope we all get this cream, turn-up!
I'm just tryna make it out this enclosure
Ain't even tryna take you out nigga for no exposure
Tryna shop around this track like a grocer
It's more to this rap, got that head hitter gopher
Fuck around and loose a molar talking too G
Need to talk like a grown up when you talking to me
Aye! cry me a muthafuggin river nigga
If you think I give a shit about any figures that ya counting
Ya bars couldn't move a fountain let alone a mountain
Ain't selling records and ya generation don't respect ya
Illuminati puppet ass pigeon, get up out my sector
Ain't amounting to your muthafuggin image
You keep selling out for the gimmicks
Make us all look bad cause ya'll never get the picture aye!

[HOOK](2x)
Don't Come at Me talking bout'
You the hardest rap bitch out in the game
(you can have that shit)
Don't come at me talking bout'
You an O.G when you really are a lame
(Do ya thing lil' bitch)
Don't Come at me talking bout'
How you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(I don't give a fuck)
Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch
Nigga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)

[THE SYRIN VERSE]
I always got Queen in my blood
A sprinkle of thug cause I'm stirring' it up
Please step back and recount your bucks
Don't come for me cause I don't give a fuck
All your ass shots, don't make your shit hot
Miss thug you not! Be the first call the cops (whoop!)
Then I came through and stole your spot
Please don't be mad cause my shit just rocks

[BRIDGE]
It's a mystery how we're composed
(How we're composed)
Cause our talents are we have not what we show
(not what we show)

[THE SYRIN VERSE CONTINUED...]
Ya'll just really don't know
Teaching young girls how to be young hoes
Never side chicks stop selling that role
Only a Queen gonna take that goal

[HOOK]
Don't Come at Me talking bout'
You the hardest rap bitch out in the game
(you can have that shit)
Don't come at me talking bout'
You an O.G when you really are a lame
(Do ya thing lil' bitch)
Don't Come at me talking bout'
How you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(I don't give a fuck)
Don't Come at me tryna holla bout' a side bitch
Nigga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)