Meant 2 Be

Sometimes I feel this shit ain't meant to be nigga
Dead homies gone, I'm left with memories nigga
And I can't lie, know I be trippin
But check my history nigga
If I can't out on fa my people
This life ain't shit to me nigga
But still I'll do that shit my self
Ion want nobody saying that
They did shit for me nigga

Grew up without a father most his life
So don't take personally if you ever catch him in a bad mood
Reside in that beautiful struggle
My life ain't perfect
They try to label us the bad dudes
And you gone catch that same charge
So why don't you go all the way
Don't be that "Just go that half dude"
And I ain't a killa, but I'll knock a nigga down if I have to
Remember checking channel 9
Damn Mr.Weatherman
Why you wake me up to that sad news
And I seen hoes chase dick for dollar signs
Like damn "Look at what that cash do"
Bring them grams to your door
Like the pizza man
Dope on wheels
We call that "Cab Food"
Heard you grew up from them kiddie games and now you close to finishing grad school
Back then you was outta yo place, really a couple times
Just be glad I didn't smack you
Real nigga, ain't give a fuck we just fuss and fight
And then I'mma hold you tight before I stab you

Too Misunderstood for interviews and radio shows
Try to show em all love, that's when the hating expose
Dat nigga trippin
Oh yeah well then I'm onna same page that he on
Build a studio in my living room and then make em pay me from home
I was feeling left out
Ain't heard from what's her name
What kinda janky she on
Metal detectors at my high school
Cause they know what we was on
Might sneak a shank in clothes



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Writer(s): Corneilus Mckiver
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