​keep your distance lyrics

[Intro]
It don't be no thoughts on the daily
Ain't gon' be the same when I got my baby
Hahaha
I won't be the same when I got my therapy
Hahaha
Ain't gon' pray to God when I go to therapy

[Verse 1]
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
Talking 'bout guns, you ain't shot none of them b*tches
All I want: hundreds and fifties
Pray I don't be the defendant 'cause n*ggas be telling
Nah, it ain't none of my business
Took a lil' break; now, it's right back to the business
Smoke and I float through the ceiling
Way above all of these n*ggas
Shawty got class, say she gon' f*ck with a n*gga
I really don't f*ck with a n*gga
Say he want beef? Wish good luck to the n*gga
I don't get up for a million, need at least five
Then we can talk about business, I feed an army of n*ggas
I'll get your momma to kill you, I know the cost of the business
It ain't no heart in these n*ggas
It ain't no truth in them lyrics
It ain't no truth, you can feel it, it ain't no truth in you n*ggas
Shepherd messiah, gotta reach higher to see me
Diamonds is shinin'
Wonder if Stevie can see me
I'll turn your garden to Eden
I get my weed from a demon, I'm smokin' with Jesus
I'll make the Devil believe it, I ain't got friends for a reason

[Chorus]
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, prayin' to God

[Verse 2]
I keep the peace with these n*ggas
I'm bringin' Jesus to meet 'em, reach for my cup
I will make sure you believe it
I smell the b*tch in you n*ggas, when n*ggas get shot
You'll find a b*tch in a n*gga
n*ggas get caught, you'll find a snitch in a n*gga
I ain't gon' sleep for a minute
I ain't no man, I'm a menace, I ain't no man, I'm a—
Hol' up, I'm a gentleman
Front row seat at the Wimbledon
Black Tom Hanks, need a billion
No, I can't speak to the middleman
Two white cups, on my sh*t again
Real big talk for a lil' man
You can get got for your dividends
Lil' n*ggas runnin' in your crib again
Comin' to the house like the mailman
Leanin' to the side like a kickstand
Diamonds on my wrist like a wristband
One shot, leave 'em with a sh*tbag
Two shots, leave 'em with a toe-tag
Three n*ggas looking for the dope bag
Four pints sealed, and I'ma sip that
No, I'm not trippin' on the next man 'cause—
[Chorus]
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas, stick on my body
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people go missing, swear to God

[Outro]
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas
I don't like none of y'all n*ggas