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Yeah, Uh
Yeah, Aye
When you the one that's being strong
Sometimes it's no one vent to
Bout all the s*** you seen
And all of the shit you been through
You gotta keep going my n**** don't let it bend you
Back against the wall but dawg you must continue
Somewhere conducting business Baby I'm not at the venue
The mil (Meal) that I want aint on that menu
If I don't f*** with you
Aint no way I'm gon pretend to
I can sense you waiting
To bite the hand that I extend you
Cuz n***** will, bite the hand that feed em
When they can't defeat em
One lie will tarnish the truth
So I can't believe em
And even if I love you death, gotta plan for evil
And even with your faith in the Lord understand the reaper
I been knowing s*** could get cold
So I keep the heater
This s*** like thermometer so don't run a fever
In the field like a receiver
I'm still running plays
I can't be concerned with what they do in the bleachers, for real

Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you
I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to
I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue
The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real)
I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you
I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to
I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue
The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue

Uh, If they cross you cut em off
It's nothing to get some more friends
They threw dirt on my name
And I needed that soil to grow in
Left me there to drown
When I gave em the boat to row in
That s*** will have you wiggin out, no beautician or sew-ins
Studio with streets lights in it, it's time go in
Dominoes with the delivery, just bring the dough in
Tryna a make mil (Meal) off a recipe that I wrote
I only came back to separate the sheep from the goats
Continuous growth
Recite the s*** I write under oath
I'm not here to boast
Reach for the bread get turnt into toast
Business brunches with mimosas
Cheers lets make a toast
And now the h*** that said we was gross
Want to know what we gross
Aint nothing change, the ones with the least
Will still do the most
Don't f*** with us
Cuz nicotine patches can't stop the smoke, for real
Tryna turn a quarter mil to a half a mil
Eatin off the nuggets that I drop thats a happy mil (Meal)
Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you
Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu
Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you
Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu

Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you
I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to
I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue
The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real)
I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you
I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to
I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue
The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue