Don't Bite the Hand - Melo

HOOK:

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

When you down, they not around

But when you up they need you

Ooh, they need you

Ooh, fuck all that you say

Ooh, they see through

Ooh, fuck all the two face

Sipping on D’USSÉ

Fuck what you say

Apologies if you tryna stop me (uh uh) — bitch you too late!

You curved I threw straight

Looking at God like ‘thanks for the cue, aye'

In my mind can’t count up all the times

That I went without a plate to guarantee that my crew ate

Selfless, funny now they care about my self less I can’t help stress

I’m feeling helpless, Mama telling me I need to help less 'fore I am wealth less

I’m well dressed from the toes up, chest out with my nose up

Necklace hiding in plain sight, it got stage fright, yeah, it froze up

I glowed up (that's true), never slowed up (that's true)

Now the same ones that used to count me out’ll be counting on me (that's new)

I’m the one to project myself, wear a Jesus piece to protect myself

Can’t play the cards that I was never dealt, never raised to fold so better

check yourself

HOOK:

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

When you down, they not around

But when you up they need you

Ooh, they need you

Ooh, fuck all that you say

Ooh, they see through

Ooh, fuck all the two face

Sipping on Henny like water (splash), I might pull up on your daughter (smash)

I can’t be cuffing no queen if she ain’t got no dream, raise a flag like a

corner (corner)

Still I smash it, man, I slaughter

1−800 call the coroner

Best believe I can afford her

Buy her a ring if she born cross the border

Aye, I’m, jumping the fence with the vert' of LeBron in 2010

Making sure that the fake hoes and the fake bros stay permanently close to the

fucking past tense

Y’all washed up, y’all rinsed, y’all too loose with y’all two cents

Y’all be wasting time tryna stop my grind, take your mind up off of my chips

This ain’t no casino, it’s no gamble, I got C-notes, drip on heat though

You by yourself, yo' girl with me bro, you pay for attention she let me free

throw

Run the game, I’m the referee bro, ain’t nobody that can F me with me bro

Check your crew instead of checking me bro, you played yourself you ain’t

playing me bro

HOOK:

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

Don’t bite the hand

Don’t bite the hand that feed you

When you down, they not around

But when you up they need you

Ooh, they need you

Ooh, fuck all that you say

Ooh, they see through

Ooh, fuck all the two face