Meal Ticket Outro

If you made it this far I appreciate you listening
This next song I was 22 when I made this shit
Still living in my mama house so
Once again I was in a different fucking space

See I don't
I don't fuck with too many
Press in niggas, I really don't
I'm just letting you know

Uh
Yea
When did my dreams lose Consciousness
Consciousness
Consciousness
Consciousness
Consciousness
Consciousness
Consciousness

When did my dreams lose Consciousness
Fading in this most popular Continent
Unconfident
Wondering, will his wallet hit
The parliament
Yo I'll admit no dead prez in this Grave yard shift
That's why my eyes stay low when the chaos hits
I'm blind, can not see
Like Adolf Hit
That's why
I smoke green to get my weight off shit
No days off, My debt stuck can't pay off shit
Threw away too many opportunities
Foolishly stuck in my coonery
Life is losing me
This drug shit so new to me
Release continuity
Until he stuck on probation
Still probably high getting by
Trying to overcome his passed mistakes
While passing jays
Hard to listen what the pastor say
Family members pass away
Hard to make a passing grade
I'm passed out ass out loans
Dropped out back at home
22 Living in his mama crib
Arguing
How he dealing with them different scholarships
Worried where that knowledge went
I still mustard the courage to thoroughly run endurance
But hard to catch up
Cannot ketchup without condiments
And I admit I been slipping with my admissions
I missed school
Third car ruined the transmission I'm misconstrued
I missed screws
Short on friends, bumming them rides to the Marta station
Frankly I'm out of patience
Trying to hold pride for some 9-5 dive
Getting paid less 9 With bout 5-9 guys yea
Well on my way to being ain't shit nigga
I'm barely seeing any ones inside this bank clip nigga
I ain't shit nigga

So put me on now
Man I wanna ball out with my dogs inside my squad now
Balling till we fall, pray to God we never fall down

So put me on now
So put me on now On now

Yeah
So put me on now
Can a boy get higher, Flow for hire
Tell em call now
Know I got that fire I inspire in these songs now
They tell him calm down
They tell him calm down you rap different

So I'm a fuck this game until my back give in
This nigga snapping till he Dat Piffin'
Listen
And shut the fuck up while we lighting up
The only thing loud is this blunt that I'm lighting up
Yeah
Yo and this rap shit my Meal Ticket
And ima rap until my bills feel it
Skilled with it, still kill it
Still flowing to the bank is paralyzed
Lucky like a pair of dice
Take a chance on paradise
I want my blunts all drunk wrapped and souffléd
We all ball like 2k
The way we scoring
I'm Scottie Pippen my nigga JB Bryce Jordan
Especially when we recording assisting the mission of my ambition of all us touring
Flowing
Growing
Showing our asses raising the glasses
Balling like Dallas Mavericks killing the masses
I want my kids kids to feel the money I get
Pick a whip for they prom and shit
Man I promise this
Rap game prominent
Middle finger flipping like an omelette
Me and my conglomerate
My group nigga
Them true spitters and booth killers to you niggas
Who thinking you spitting but really not saying truth nigga
I'm rocking the Heavens and bringing Hell to your shoes nigga
I'm
Flaming
I'm, Thanks to you nigga
I wish you mother fuckers name drop
Spit the shit that make your veins Pop
Nigga

Stay calm and feel the pressure
Uh
Yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Uber Monopoly
Hustlers, Movers, Shakers Make this make this
Nerd, verbs
Let's hear it for the boy from the Burbs
Swear to God I'll be lame forever

Hustlers, Movers, Shakers Make this make this
Nerd, verbs, word
Let's hear it for the boy from the Burbs
I Swear to God I'll stay lame forever
Uh, I'll stay the same till the change comes
Talking bout the money

Trying to shake the world
Like a soda pop
Spitting rap crack never sold a rock
Spending keys on my name but never sold the lock
Put the world on my back and carry till my shoulder pop
Yeah
Until my shoulder get dislocated
Till I'm on the way the heaven switching locations
Switch the flow, switch the doe
Wish for more patience
Tag em on a mural for the bureau try to Ghost Face him
Wu-Tang the game till my name is House-Hold
My niggaz want me out
Shopping out the house more
Funny how my dealer is more concerned with buying guns
I'm more concerned with letting ferns burn and buying blunts
You know the smoke folks
It helps the visionaries
But probation trying to place him for his urinary
Bill collectors keep on calling like a secretary
Makes a loan difference and insurance seem unnecessary
Rapping till I'm legendary
I'll be rapping till you wrapping up your capillaries
Hope your veins pop pop though this Hip-Hop
I pop shots through this Hip-Hop
I said I'm rapping till I'm legendary
I'll be rapping till you wrapping up your capillaries
I Hope your veins pop pop though this Hip-Hop
I pop shots through this Hip-Hop