We VB
My homies need sponsors, dropped out of college
Jump to profit, shut yo bitch ass up
The pimp game be toxic, the chicks come with options
No more time for talking, shut yo bitch ass up
In bloom dropped we locked in, 2 days to the tropics
More me time no nonsense (shut yo bitch ass up)
Shut yo ass up, Shut yo ass up
It be more about the chicken, less about the privilege
Revving up my engine, spark up on you n*****
Focus tunnel vision, my 3rd eye open
When it comes to these women, they talk about these bitches
My clock stay ticking, you rough around the edges
I can't see your ass ever making my circle
Can't trust the closes people, guess that shit universal
I ignore everybody, so don't take that shit personal
Heard you hating Meech? Like fuck do you mean
You just mad at my reach, and that i ball like Kareem
I be talking to God, and he be talking to me
He had to show me my flaws, so i can show you a beast
What more do you need
We got the keys to the streets
We pull the finest of women
We drink the finest of tea
I kept my flow on a leash
I kept my beef unreleased
If you fuck with 'VB, your career be deceased
VB
My homies need sponsors, dropped out of college
Jump to profit, shut yo bitch ass up
The pimp game be toxic, the chicks come with options
No more time for talking, shut yo bitch ass up
In bloom dropped we locked in, 2 days to the tropics
More me time no nonsense (shut yo bitch ass up)
Shut yo ass up, Shut yo ass up
Fucking with Meech he the profet
Fucking with me then you cocky
If the project never drop
And if I stop
You gotta pop me
Now they all looking at my team
None of this music excite me
Say I ain't proven enough
It ain't your fault but how could you doubt me
Wonder who built to be icon
Wonder how feel to be Zion
Millions of people they jump on your shoulders
But do they give you one to cry on
Making it half the battle
Put up them stats, they put up statue
When you go down, they wanna fight you
All of em love you, none of em like you
Was it enough, what if it he flop, what if he stop, what if he's not
What if he knees pop pop and all he get is a 30 for 30
Ponder at night like do he deserve it
Shit is it worth it, nobody perfect yeah
Nah don't you get nervous now
Who gon tell the story yeah
Double cup Rick
Hundred bands and up, know whats up
All y'all bitch ass n***** always stating y'all opinions
We in their ass
Jump to profit, shut yo bitch ass up
The pimp game be toxic, the chicks come with options
No more time for talking, shut yo bitch ass up
In bloom dropped we locked in, 2 days to the tropics
More me time no nonsense (shut yo bitch ass up)
Shut yo ass up, Shut yo ass up
It be more about the chicken, less about the privilege
Revving up my engine, spark up on you n*****
Focus tunnel vision, my 3rd eye open
When it comes to these women, they talk about these bitches
My clock stay ticking, you rough around the edges
I can't see your ass ever making my circle
Can't trust the closes people, guess that shit universal
I ignore everybody, so don't take that shit personal
Heard you hating Meech? Like fuck do you mean
You just mad at my reach, and that i ball like Kareem
I be talking to God, and he be talking to me
He had to show me my flaws, so i can show you a beast
What more do you need
We got the keys to the streets
We pull the finest of women
We drink the finest of tea
I kept my flow on a leash
I kept my beef unreleased
If you fuck with 'VB, your career be deceased
VB
My homies need sponsors, dropped out of college
Jump to profit, shut yo bitch ass up
The pimp game be toxic, the chicks come with options
No more time for talking, shut yo bitch ass up
In bloom dropped we locked in, 2 days to the tropics
More me time no nonsense (shut yo bitch ass up)
Shut yo ass up, Shut yo ass up
Fucking with Meech he the profet
Fucking with me then you cocky
If the project never drop
And if I stop
You gotta pop me
Now they all looking at my team
None of this music excite me
Say I ain't proven enough
It ain't your fault but how could you doubt me
Wonder who built to be icon
Wonder how feel to be Zion
Millions of people they jump on your shoulders
But do they give you one to cry on
Making it half the battle
Put up them stats, they put up statue
When you go down, they wanna fight you
All of em love you, none of em like you
Was it enough, what if it he flop, what if he stop, what if he's not
What if he knees pop pop and all he get is a 30 for 30
Ponder at night like do he deserve it
Shit is it worth it, nobody perfect yeah
Nah don't you get nervous now
Who gon tell the story yeah
Double cup Rick
Hundred bands and up, know whats up
All y'all bitch ass n***** always stating y'all opinions
We in their ass
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Writer(s): Meech
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