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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 shit you seen
And all of the shit you been through
You gotta keep going my nxgga 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 fuck with you
Aint no way I'm gon pretend to
I can sense you waiting
To bite the hand that I extend you
Cuz niggas 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 shxt could get cold
So I keep the heater
This shxt 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 fxck 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 fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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 hoes 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 fuck 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 fxck 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 fuck 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



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Writer(s): Justin Mcintyre
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