Let's go back to day one let me tell you how it started
11 in the backseat on the way to Supertarget
Teaching me from home she wanted me to be the smartest
Mama's little boy was always meant to be an artist
Lay 'em down to sleep like a CNR
Write my Grammy's peace multiplatinum's on the wall
Nobody really got it
Damn nobody really got it
Couldn't see past the quarter stack of the picket fence that was opment
This is for the little boy cuz we just getting started
This goes out to Leah promise I'm gon' to work the hardest
This is for that girl that thought she left me broken-hearted
Middle fingers to the fake friends who going to hear me when this shit charted
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
Y'all want to run with me now
Y'all can't fuck with me now
Y'all want to fuck with me now
Said y'all can't fuck with me
What y'all want to know about this oh ah ah sensation
Ones that used to hate me drop my name in conversations
My ex she can't escape me when I'm on her boyfriend's playlist
He gon' to listen top to bottom with no hesitation
This one's for my third-grade teacher this one's for my coach
Here's to all these fuckers we made Mpics to the O
I can see the top and I get closer every day
Middle fingers to the bitches who only got shit to say yeah
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
You can't fuck with me
Y'all want to run with me now
Y'all cant fuck with me now
Y'all want to fuck with me now
Said y'all can't fuck with me