Dont spit in my face for fun Lyrics

Hey boy, what's your name

Put some respect on a nigga when he talking game

I ain't asking for respect, but nigga I deserve it

You been eating on my plate like nigga, what's the serving

Count, the macros and the calories

Give me yams, give me cornbread

That's how I like to eat

Instead of niggas talking when they ain't fed

Let's talk about the countless attempts that I made

To maybe up my fame and give myself a chance to reign

Over the constant similarities of what is pain

And you don't even know my name

Im So tired of working this shift to make pocket change

Instead of change, I've been waiting for my day to reign

Instead of reign, maybe I can taste a chance of names

That have been given to me by the public

Maybe Big Boss or King and if it's poppin

I'ma claim the name like I'm a king

Instead of singing, I'ma talk it thoroughly, MLK

With words that grab attention, I'm a lyrical genius king

Why the fuck they feel so comfortable dissing my name

I've been so nice to niggas that been in my way

I'm playing hopscotch, these niggas do not know the way