Don't Force My Hand - Jackboy

I told my bitch I’m having motion, ain’t supposed to hate me

Don’t worry 'bout them, they not killers, they just talking crazy

And how these niggas be on my dick, this shit starting to amaze me

They be acting like lil' fucking hoes speaking 'bout the kid daily

I’m taking trips to Dubai just to shop, baby, I’m different

Got so much Dior in my closet, they say that I’m tripping

Got so much blue hundreds on me the bitch think that I’m cripping

I had to stop hanging with them niggas, we ain’t have the same vision

I can’t be wasting time on the jets, I’m tryna stack these mills

And how I been shitting on 'em lately, it’s like I got a deal

And how I been shitting on them niggas, I know they all pissed

Just when you shoot your shot, lil' nigga, you better not miss

Ayy, boy

Listen, if it ain’t safe for me, it ain’t safe for nobody out this bitch

That’s fact, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout, nigga?

Stop playing with me, man

Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die

Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride

I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever

Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil

I’m moving like a rebel, I won’t dickride for no clout

I don’t like to fuck with rappers, them niggas like to run they mouth

I’m a G all by myself, I don’t gotta be a hundred deep

I could go anywhere I want, I be damned a nigga do something to me

You got me feeling like we could’ve been superstars

(For real, my nigga, we really could)

Pulling up in foreign cars

(Yeah, for real, for real)

Nah, fuck that shit, nigga, no, we couldn’t

The main niggas that be hating on you be the ones you think that wouldn’t

Niggas lying to the media talking about me on interviews

I expect that shit from them niggas, they ain’t got nothing else to do

Ain’t nobody catching me slipping, I’m leaving the studio clutching pistols

I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mental

I keep one in the head, the streets done fucked up a nigga mind

I stopped fucking with every nigga that done gave me a fucked up vibe

I told DJ close the back door, don’t let none of them niggas in

Long as I got you and my brother, promise I don’t need no more new friends

The streets done taught me a lot, no ABC’s, just keep FN’s

The streets done taught me a lot to the point you can’t even trust your kin

Murder on my mind, I pray I never have to kill my dawg

I be ready to stand my ground, nigga know I’m not worried about the law

Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die

Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride

I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever

Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil

Please big brother, don’t force my hand or people gonna die

Please big brother, don’t force my hand, that’s me putting aside my pride

I flew to Haiti say I’m ready for whatever

Nigga feeling like a gremlin, bitch, I’m feeling just like the devil