Started off poor with plans to own more
To ridin' under stars, the life we lived for
Dreamin' of things we can't afford
But now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
They gon' love me, they gon' love me now
I bet they tell they friends they wanna fukk me now, yeah
I bet they say, "He put his nikkas on"
Now we comin' up like them Lamborghini doors, ooh
Poverty stricken, boy, you gotta be kiddin'
Livin' like we hit the lottery, nikka
I been tippin' since Scottie was Pippen, Chad was sippin'
And before I had that bag, I used to bag them bytches
I'm so cocky and I'm confident, all these killers in my ambiance
Say what I want, nobody's stopin' it, get off my dikk, nikka
Where you was at when I could've died for this?
Or die for that? Real nikka, roger that
Said I took a loss but I got it back, woo
Me and all my dogs sell a lot of that food
Talkin' to the law, knowin' that it's not cool
Make me shoot a rapper like my name was Bennie Boom
Started out with nothin', now a nikka in a room
Sweepin' rich bytches off they feet like a broom
Double-M G, bytch, you know how we move
Whole lot of choppers, nikka, I could never lose




Meek killed his feature, man...the flow and content is phenomenal