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Meatneah, Lucas Coly
I been Tryna keep it a hunnit
Won't be too many niggas that gon keep it a hunnit no more
That's how I feel every time I mean, you know
They ain't bout that fighting, they dont' keep it a hunnit, so

Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole fucking team on
You was sitting at the top and now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on

Aye, lately I been feeling like I'm losing it
I can't let em, gotta get it cause I'm too legit
I still got a couple people I be cruising with
Praying that I never lose them cause I be through with it
I don't fuck with music now because It's dumbed down
Why the fuck the real niggas get a thumbs down
That's why I just stay away and I don't come 'round
They say when the prayers go up, blessings come down
My brother told me keep em going til I get right
Plus I know my time coming, Imma sit tight
Damn, it look like cut banana, that's a clip right
Shit, I'm tryna get some guns I'm tired of fist fights
And let a nigga touch her, whoo bitch I been waiting on it
Think my hearts gone, I gotta win and I been praying on it
I got situations going on so I don't weigh in on them
And I got a ten that fuck with me so I don't play without em

Stay up out the dirt, but that shit is in me
In my dreams, I be posted with a fucking semi
I think the devil playing tricks so he just out to get me
That's why I don't fuck with people and I'm very picky
Money will give you power but It's known for envy
Money will show you how to go from broke to fendy
I remember I was down and shit was getting tricky
Damn, I was smoking richy now I'm smoking sticky
Sometimes I look at life to see It's getting real
Damn, I had a lot of friends now It's getting real
Just tryna get some hoes now, I'm tryna get a mil
Yeah, racked up shawty wonder how I feel
He was dissin on the net til I called him out
Did his ass like a bitch I had to dog him out
This bitch seen it too I wonder if they talking now
That's what I do to niggas, see em then I call em out

Big bank in my pocket when I walk through
Fuck a party nigga play me for a walk through
See the pain in my eyes, I'm hard to talk to, shit
Aye, how much I gotta pay for them to pop through
These niggas fuck with us, so get around like passports
Bitch I'm in a foreign 1-50 on a dashboard
Birdie got the lean, he the plug like a black cord
Saying he gon pull up on me, pull up get his ass torn

Lately I been feeling like my heart gone
She so crazy I been tryna keep my heart strong
I'm on the road through riches I can't steer wrong
I wish I was still a kid but I'm still grown
Aye, music, money, business I need three phones
I can't wait to see my whole fucking team on
You was sitting at the top but now your seat gone
It ain't hunnits, It ain't nun for me to speak on



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Writer(s): Lucas Coly
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