Lyrics Don't Push Me - M.A.T.

Don't Push Me

Trick I go hard than a mother fucker
Trey Daily I’m gravy get another cup of
White rice and bright lights
You need shades on
You know I blaze strong old school like a pay phone
I got my J’s on so I can fly high
But connected in this bitch like I got Wi-Fi
A shy guy but never too far ahead of me
I fly high then go hard on the melody
Fuck what them haters telling me I ain’t listening at all
I’m just itching to ball my mission never fall
Put petitions up on the wall wishing to have it all
I like your style baby just tell me when I can call
I creep and I crawl something that you’ve never seen
Come down to the south if you don’t know what I mean
Clean like Mean Green on the scene with my team
I go to bed with a dollar and a mother fucking dream
Like that boy J. Cole bitch I make the pay roll
You was like a day slow I’ma have to lay low
Never can mistake hoes pointing with their eyes closed
You can get a blind fold I’m about to rhyme cold
Mind blown every time I get on the mic
The new Rapper’s Delight we can battle or fight
And I might just go off of the edge of the ledge
And if you push me one more time I’m aiming straight for your head
You dead and you ain’t coming back
Bitch I’m like a running back
I’m about to run it back tell me what you done with that
Breaking through the line and I ain’t taking my time
I give you everything man I ain’t wasting a line
You can hate on my kind
What else did you expect if I can take it
It’s mine got the greatness to shine
It’s divine how we coming up
Everybody running up
You don’t know me
I don’t know you
Shit I think I’ve done enough
I run enough so I can tell haters to shut it up
I cut it up chop chopping your city gut it up
I put it down, downtown I love the underground
Stick around and find out what we all about
Dirty south don’t doubt we keep it trill
Wanna make a mill?
work hard and keep it real
Get out of my grill or get out of my way
Just don’t press my mother fucking red button today
And a lot of haters thinking they got something to say
I blow it right back in your face I’ve been blunted for days
In haze I’m trying to find my way up out of this maze
I’ma blaze and shine bright they just follow when Trey
What a day I can’t believe it anything I achieve it
Just leave it to me I got the keys to the streets
I’m a beast
Ayo I gotta be original meaning there’s no identical
When it comes to the flow never about the minimal
And I learned from the old school there are no rules
So you can forget whatever they told you
I go through a zone that only few can structure
Puncture bi-curious busters
For even thinking about trying to touch the
Style I use cause to do what I do is something too tough
For you to come up with
And it’s about to get deep
I grew up fast then rose up from under the concrete
Only need to swap meet money for a bomb beat
And you can watch me turn a rapper into chop beef
That’s no subliminal everything is lyrical
To the point that my methods are turning secular things
To spiritual miracle master physical fractures
Will turn you into a pickle even after your death
My breath is like a dragon with strep
So you can fathom me cough
And make a flame even when I’m sick
Or maybe it’s my wit homie that ain’t it
It took a lot of practice and I haven’t quit
Actually when I tried I came back to it
Like an addict thoughts are rabid
Gotta have it even if I gotta grab it
Out of a jar of acid I’ma do it just to make another classic
I’m so committed wonder how I did it
Talk about a life so livid cause I live it
Even if I didn’t my words are so specific
You wouldn’t know the difference
If I hid it so forget it cause I spit it so raw
You gotta stop and pause
Just so you can watch all of the haters dropping their jaws
Cause my flows are automatic
And my songs are audio biographic for the masses
So you can have it even when I’m in my casket
You bastards matter fact y’all hoes like maggots
Trying to suck up everything Matt gets
So I guess I gotta go get graphic
Sadistic malicious get a crowd of people so they can witness
As I rip his ligaments I cut off his tenderness
Hm delicious time to scratch that shit off my wish list
That’s what happens when you dudes act like bitches
Bunch of dogs getting fixed with some scissors
So check the wordplay I heard them say
The other day that I was going to lose in the worse way
Bitch you couldn’t beat me if you wished it on your birthday
So get high and get low
If you don’t try how will you know
I’m ready to ride on my foes
Got my brother on my side and I’m bout to blow
Now if you wanna go toe for toe
Or blow for blow I’m ready to go
But if not I’m letting you know
Man don’t push me or I might just go hard than mother fucker