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

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