2006 Meek 2> (feat. THEFOODLORD)
I just need to get paid
Shit i need to get laid
Been so down
Haven't slept in a day
Been so down can't even feel pain
Don't listen to the fake
Im humble cause I'm self made
If they talk shade
I got a clique who spray
Ain't talking no raid
I see red man no wu tang
Posted with the gang
Everyone got skis
Like a fucking masquerade
Boys get accused cause they Spitting that slang
In the car with CT
Boy need an eighth
Took me back to the days
No bread
Dudes all fake
Pockets all dry
Brother Keem died
On the east side
Murder homicide
Real pain when he Look me
In my eye
Down on my dick
You can't get a three five
Glock and a switch
All on my mind
Behind bars I already did my time
They don't wanna
See a brother shine
Cause my teeth ain't white
Or my past ain't right
They don't even know
I was serving all night
Shit I gotta shine
Shit I gotta try
Got it out the mud
So I'm pouring up the sprite
Baby mamma trippin
Trying to act like my wife
I got a ten
But she only for the night
Smoking until it's bright
Gotta pay the rent
Get a pack to flip
Last week I hit a lick
O boy just copped a stick
G I ain't no homie
But he on me like a tick
Light em like a BIC
Balling like the Knicks
Got to find a move
So I'm throwing on my kicks
Taking all these drugs
Make my head hurt
But it's another day
Got to take another perk
Distract me
Cause my brother in the dirt
Put my music first
I'm putting in the work
I ain't hear a word
Walk it like I talk it
Calling me Takeoff
Rocket in my pocket
Man I never got paid off
Throw some shade on
Gun to his socket
Then I gotta take off
No money in my wallet
Blunt to take the weight off
Now my PO calling
Went from public housing
To house browsing
From cigarette buds and counting
To living in the mountains
Two one four is what we shouting
And if he got a problem
We got a nine
That leave him howling
Eyes everywhere we hawks Everyone got talons
Where we really bout that action
Grab our first reaction
Gotta bring something to the table What's your talents
Gettin hit with mallets
Sleeping on the pallets
Moving slow and steady
We don't fuck with no rabbits
Shit i need to get laid
Been so down
Haven't slept in a day
Been so down can't even feel pain
Don't listen to the fake
Im humble cause I'm self made
If they talk shade
I got a clique who spray
Ain't talking no raid
I see red man no wu tang
Posted with the gang
Everyone got skis
Like a fucking masquerade
Boys get accused cause they Spitting that slang
In the car with CT
Boy need an eighth
Took me back to the days
No bread
Dudes all fake
Pockets all dry
Brother Keem died
On the east side
Murder homicide
Real pain when he Look me
In my eye
Down on my dick
You can't get a three five
Glock and a switch
All on my mind
Behind bars I already did my time
They don't wanna
See a brother shine
Cause my teeth ain't white
Or my past ain't right
They don't even know
I was serving all night
Shit I gotta shine
Shit I gotta try
Got it out the mud
So I'm pouring up the sprite
Baby mamma trippin
Trying to act like my wife
I got a ten
But she only for the night
Smoking until it's bright
Gotta pay the rent
Get a pack to flip
Last week I hit a lick
O boy just copped a stick
G I ain't no homie
But he on me like a tick
Light em like a BIC
Balling like the Knicks
Got to find a move
So I'm throwing on my kicks
Taking all these drugs
Make my head hurt
But it's another day
Got to take another perk
Distract me
Cause my brother in the dirt
Put my music first
I'm putting in the work
I ain't hear a word
Walk it like I talk it
Calling me Takeoff
Rocket in my pocket
Man I never got paid off
Throw some shade on
Gun to his socket
Then I gotta take off
No money in my wallet
Blunt to take the weight off
Now my PO calling
Went from public housing
To house browsing
From cigarette buds and counting
To living in the mountains
Two one four is what we shouting
And if he got a problem
We got a nine
That leave him howling
Eyes everywhere we hawks Everyone got talons
Where we really bout that action
Grab our first reaction
Gotta bring something to the table What's your talents
Gettin hit with mallets
Sleeping on the pallets
Moving slow and steady
We don't fuck with no rabbits
Credits
Writer(s): Sativa Sullivan
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