ROBBIE SON
These are propaganda campaigns
They'll pay a thousand people
To go online and
Just post negative things
About a particular thing
Because they know that one thing
If it's discovered what it could really do
It's going to offset their profit system
Meek Milly
The one with the nappy braids
Papi, ah (yo Nick Papz make it slap)
Life short but my money long
I go through shit
And still act like it ain't nothing wrong
Know what they on
They get the number to my other phone
I only started rapping
So I could put my brothers on
Grew up in hatred
We was letting thotties love us wrong
Bending trx's through the trenches
Til they can't trail us home
And I'm super rich
Give me a s- still can put it on
Nigga's asking where I been
I tell 'em I been puttin on
She begging me to put it in
Praying that I put her on
Take her to the jeweler
Get that Patek here put it on
I'ma pop my shit
That's automatic and gone put it on
Nigga's with me banging different gangs for me they get along
I be on that other shit
All this dream chasing got me runnin' shit
I just left from Ghana
I was busing moves up with the government
Flew out with some vibes
About to fly me in some other shit
This money came with power and I'm loving it
Man, I be playing dumb
They ain't really know I was intelligent
Til they seen me turn
That Honda Accord to a cullinan
Audemars in my closet and they skeleton
I had paid 300
But on the street it go for seven cent
I never sent my homie on a mission
I won't slide on
Never buss no paper with a bitch
Before I put my guys on
Still a spin a rolls
The same corner nigga's died on
In a ghost
Tryna see if nigga's souls need a ride home
I'm a whole nother level then these nigga's
You can not get on my level through these bitches
And I know I'm rich as fuck
But I don't
Never think I'm better then no nigga
I got heart it's whatever what these nigga's
I'm a shark I will swim I will walk
I will pedal to it nigga
Just to make it to St Barts
And live life better with my nigga's
(yeah, just to make it to St Barts and live life, brrt)
Battle tested, everything I wanted, I manifested
It was dreams I was chasing running
I had to catch it
It was things that I really wanted
I had to get it
Them OG's know that's Robbie son
Since adolescence
If you stayed down til' you came up
Hold your chain up
You ain't got no chain or no watch
Throw your gang up
'Cause it was judge or jury
Ain't no jury never made us
I came up, went back down
Came back 'round with Raya
It ain't all rapping
I'm talking to Robert Kraft about Lamar Jackson
Love me in my hood
I'm freeing nigga's and got lost past it
Got it out the mud
I can't even tell you how this all happened
Casino I take ten grand to a million
Like I'm doing magic
Going savage
Louie Virgil got the soft fabric
Virgil maybach
Lookin' like it got some timbs on it
Equity on the backend
And the front I want M's on it
And definitely
I'm gone tax em what l want
Because I been doing it
Been having nigga's talkin' crazy on the net
Can't even bend pass
100k in cash
Just like them cars that make me spin fast
Ain't no limit on it, Percy miller
I got this shit mastered, I promise
Ridin' in a tank on my way to the bank
No god don't judge
I cut 'em off just from the way that he think
County estate, I done it all got me scraping a shank
Richest nigga in the county ain't no taking my plate
Ain't no making me wait
I'm going right in
I was on the block
When the cops was out there
Striking us like lightning
Throwing lefts from right
Straight at this system like I'm Tyson
It's bitin' way we livin' life this shit is trifling
Lawyers slime me out
Said feds comin' ain't no fighting
He said you won't get to be Meek Mill
You get indicted
He don't know my back get to the wall
I get excited
I'm rapping 'til the sun come up in my cell
And I ain't tired
My celly he was wired
He fighting a body he about to go to trial
He hear me rap, he get inspired
They want give 'em life
Won't send him back 'til he expire
He was kinda nervous
Going to practice with the choir
I told him only god can judge him
When he feel the fire
Say he lose his case
Then he gone turn to Michael Myers
Seen it in my face
When I had told him I ain't lyin'
I'm gone make it out them trenches
With them millions, I ain't dying
They'll pay a thousand people
To go online and
Just post negative things
About a particular thing
Because they know that one thing
If it's discovered what it could really do
It's going to offset their profit system
Meek Milly
The one with the nappy braids
Papi, ah (yo Nick Papz make it slap)
Life short but my money long
I go through shit
And still act like it ain't nothing wrong
Know what they on
They get the number to my other phone
I only started rapping
So I could put my brothers on
Grew up in hatred
We was letting thotties love us wrong
Bending trx's through the trenches
Til they can't trail us home
And I'm super rich
Give me a s- still can put it on
Nigga's asking where I been
I tell 'em I been puttin on
She begging me to put it in
Praying that I put her on
Take her to the jeweler
Get that Patek here put it on
I'ma pop my shit
That's automatic and gone put it on
Nigga's with me banging different gangs for me they get along
I be on that other shit
All this dream chasing got me runnin' shit
I just left from Ghana
I was busing moves up with the government
Flew out with some vibes
About to fly me in some other shit
This money came with power and I'm loving it
Man, I be playing dumb
They ain't really know I was intelligent
Til they seen me turn
That Honda Accord to a cullinan
Audemars in my closet and they skeleton
I had paid 300
But on the street it go for seven cent
I never sent my homie on a mission
I won't slide on
Never buss no paper with a bitch
Before I put my guys on
Still a spin a rolls
The same corner nigga's died on
In a ghost
Tryna see if nigga's souls need a ride home
I'm a whole nother level then these nigga's
You can not get on my level through these bitches
And I know I'm rich as fuck
But I don't
Never think I'm better then no nigga
I got heart it's whatever what these nigga's
I'm a shark I will swim I will walk
I will pedal to it nigga
Just to make it to St Barts
And live life better with my nigga's
(yeah, just to make it to St Barts and live life, brrt)
Battle tested, everything I wanted, I manifested
It was dreams I was chasing running
I had to catch it
It was things that I really wanted
I had to get it
Them OG's know that's Robbie son
Since adolescence
If you stayed down til' you came up
Hold your chain up
You ain't got no chain or no watch
Throw your gang up
'Cause it was judge or jury
Ain't no jury never made us
I came up, went back down
Came back 'round with Raya
It ain't all rapping
I'm talking to Robert Kraft about Lamar Jackson
Love me in my hood
I'm freeing nigga's and got lost past it
Got it out the mud
I can't even tell you how this all happened
Casino I take ten grand to a million
Like I'm doing magic
Going savage
Louie Virgil got the soft fabric
Virgil maybach
Lookin' like it got some timbs on it
Equity on the backend
And the front I want M's on it
And definitely
I'm gone tax em what l want
Because I been doing it
Been having nigga's talkin' crazy on the net
Can't even bend pass
100k in cash
Just like them cars that make me spin fast
Ain't no limit on it, Percy miller
I got this shit mastered, I promise
Ridin' in a tank on my way to the bank
No god don't judge
I cut 'em off just from the way that he think
County estate, I done it all got me scraping a shank
Richest nigga in the county ain't no taking my plate
Ain't no making me wait
I'm going right in
I was on the block
When the cops was out there
Striking us like lightning
Throwing lefts from right
Straight at this system like I'm Tyson
It's bitin' way we livin' life this shit is trifling
Lawyers slime me out
Said feds comin' ain't no fighting
He said you won't get to be Meek Mill
You get indicted
He don't know my back get to the wall
I get excited
I'm rapping 'til the sun come up in my cell
And I ain't tired
My celly he was wired
He fighting a body he about to go to trial
He hear me rap, he get inspired
They want give 'em life
Won't send him back 'til he expire
He was kinda nervous
Going to practice with the choir
I told him only god can judge him
When he feel the fire
Say he lose his case
Then he gone turn to Michael Myers
Seen it in my face
When I had told him I ain't lyin'
I'm gone make it out them trenches
With them millions, I ain't dying
Credits
Writer(s): Nikolas Papamitrou, Robert Williams
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