I don't fuck with you
Or you, or you, or you
I knew a few
But now they all dead
With you, or you
With you, or you
I knew a few
But look who called it

Said please don't test me
I'm no good at hiding
So I know they'll come arrest me
You aint seen my cloth and check the tag
You shouldn't press me
We got different Gods and shit
But shorty tryna bless me
Her man is tryna wet me
Well I'm not good at friends
But I'm really good at working in a struggle
Til' it ends
cnd I'm really good at kicking down those doors
That try to shut
Old friends who fell off
Like I was supposed to give a fuck
Old friends who fell off
Like I was supposed to give a fuck

I don't fuck with you
Or you, or you, or you
Or you, or you, or you
I never fucked with you
Or you, or you, or you
Or you, or you, or you

I don't fuck with you
Or you, or you, or you
I knew a few
But now they all dead
With you, or you
With you, or you
I knew a few
But look who called it

I still remember cold December
In the winter it was frigid
We were jammed up in the kitchen
With the oven always hissin
Oven door was always open
Front door that had barely shut
But I had friends like Nate and Nick
Who held me down when shit was rough
Other friends who started rich
Say they got it out the mud
Hold my tongue and let em live
But that shit is just wack as fuck
People love and people hate me
I'm the 1 like T. Mcgrady
That contrast is still what made me
It aint break me it aint take me

I don't fuck with you
Or you, or you, or you
Or you, or you, or you
I never fucked with you
Or you, or you, or you
Or you, or you, or you

I don't fuck with you
Or you, or you, or you
I knew a few
But now they all dead
With you, or you
With you, or you
I knew a few
But look who called it