Your Favorite Meek Verses
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if u didnt write it dont record it i dont know how u nikkas doing it across the boarder
"This one is for my youngins going to school with corner nikkas .
Don't get caught up in that boxing corner nikka .
Times changed it's like live nikkas versus corny nikkas.
They building more jails I'm warning nikkas shots fired .
Momma crying traumatizing their mourning nikkas .
Them cops killing us like it's a war with nikkas "
Love shine man song is perfect .
Don't get caught up in that boxing corner nikka .
Times changed it's like live nikkas versus corny nikkas.
They building more jails I'm warning nikkas shots fired .
Momma crying traumatizing their mourning nikkas .
Them cops killing us like it's a war with nikkas "
Love shine man song is perfect .
onelastdeath
Banned
Dreamchasers with Beanie
a chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fukk then I seen
High definition to get what's forever given
But nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fukk about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
a chase my dream
Coming to America like Prince Akeem
I ain't never give a fukk then I seen
High definition to get what's forever given
But nothing was never given
I build it from ground up
I started out form my basement and builded my house up
I'm rich off opportunity, money gon' pile up
My swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fukk about the slammer
He just tryna stay alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody gotta answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he barely gettin' by
Same clothes everyday, he barely gettin' fly
Erryday he wake, he just swear to do his job
What that is? Chasin' dreams, time is tickin' so it seems
On his downtime he's spittin' and he's sick, his flow is mean
He just want his real chance, no reality show
But the graveyard the jail cell, reality though
Crack house was his crib, the streets fathered him though
And he ain't got no twitter page but you can follow him tho
onelastdeath
Banned
The flow/lyrics on Burn with Big Sean is also one of my favorites.
KravenMorehead™
Barrel Brothers.®
u writin a article?
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2manyFCKNrappers
mentally i measure kilos
Every bar on here
I've been in my cell for a week straight
Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak
Damn, shyt's so real it seems fake
Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate
When we was sellin' white girl
Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
These nikkas dikk ride like they don't even like girls
A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nikka
Whole squad on some shyt, that's how we live nikka
Twenty-five bad bytches what we did nikka
That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red nikka
Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither
On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber
I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither
Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin'
My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'
With your lil memes, I be with the real queen
Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things
Pull up with a bad bytch, whippin' somethin' real mean
Marchin' all these fukkin' drums on me like a drill team
I be with my young nikkas, all they know is kill things
Don't make me make a real scene, uh
See an OVO chain, probably take that shyt
Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shyt
You ain't write it' nikka, we caught ya, can't erase that shyt
And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shyt?
Man I hate that shyt, nikkas be talkin' out they face
But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake
Wait, nikkas dancin' like they fruitcakes
Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith
Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase
DC4 on the way, that's nikka's due date
Robbed you in your city and you told
Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows
Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls
Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV
No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still
Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals
Dreamchasers' double MG, we got the door sealed
Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal
When I met you, you was on my dikk
Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shyt
Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a bytch"
And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips
Locked down 24, no more Philip's Steak
Damn, shyt's so real it seems fake
Damn, let me take 'em to the green gate
When we was sellin' white girl
Audemar shinin' like it need a light bill
These nikkas dikk ride like they don't even like girls
A hundred thousand for the jet, yeah that's the flight bill
Damn, cost four bricks to go to the LIV nikka
Whole squad on some shyt, that's how we live nikka
Twenty-five bad bytches what we did nikka
That's fifty different Louboutins bleedin' red nikka
Whew, I ain't blood and I ain't crippin' neither
On the phone with the plug talkin' Justin Bieber
I made a milly last week and I ain't touch it neither
Straight cash tryna give 'em straight gas
Catch you out in Brooklyn, get your chain tookin'
My Philly boys'll creep up on you when you ain't lookin'
With your lil memes, I be with the real queen
Screamin' free the real Preme, we be doin' real things
Pull up with a bad bytch, whippin' somethin' real mean
Marchin' all these fukkin' drums on me like a drill team
I be with my young nikkas, all they know is kill things
Don't make me make a real scene, uh
See an OVO chain, probably take that shyt
Said dreamin' wasn't enough, we had to chase that shyt
You ain't write it' nikka, we caught ya, can't erase that shyt
And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that shyt?
Man I hate that shyt, nikkas be talkin' out they face
But soon as you body somethin' they be singin' like they Drake
Wait, nikkas dancin' like they fruitcakes
Hotline Bling don't get no bing up in this new Wraith
Pull up on the plug, swap that bag with the suitcase
DC4 on the way, that's nikka's due date
Robbed you in your city and you told
Tory from the 6, you hatin' on him, Lord knows
Culture vulture, now it's time to pay the tolls
Soft as the lacrosse team, boy that's word to HOV
No reply, word to God I'm on the floor still
Me and Nicki watchin' the Sixers, I'm closin' more deals
Dreamchasers' double MG, we got the door sealed
Roc Nation, Atlantic Records, I'm on my fourth deal
When I met you, you was on my dikk
Asked me to hold the DC chain, now you on some shyt
Omelly told me get it back cause he's like "boy's a bytch"
And I'm like, let him get it took cause we gon' charge 'em trips
Stand Up off DWMTM
Bright lights attracted bad bytches
And attracted mad nikkas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger
You nikkas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last pitcher
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nikka, ass, nikkas
Last nikka, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nikka
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fukk a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shyt that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen nikkas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafukkin' hoes got a right to raw
When a young real nikka light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord
nikkas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
Started with a water gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
Bright lights attracted bad bytches
And attracted mad nikkas
Whoever thought lil' ol' Meek Milly'd pass Jigga?
I'm just thinkin' a tad bigger
You nikkas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last pitcher
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
And this money, murder, power, comin' for the ass, nikka, ass, nikkas
Last nikka, there were cemeteries diggin' grass, nikka
The obituary leaves the last scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my Baby on
No, never fukk a chick that got Bakers on
Or no Michael Kors
I'm on the same shyt that Mike was on
Jordan, Jackson, Tyson on
I've seen nikkas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafukkin' hoes got a right to raw
When a young real nikka light the floor
Hundred black bottles, man that's lights galore
Before Tom was Ford, I'm talkin' Honda Accord
Lookin' for a plug, tryna find the cord
nikkas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
Started with a water gun until I got an AK
Kids in the projects when we was by the bay, bay
Kids with the Pyrex, I hit it first, Ray J
pearlhandle
Pro
As I'm rolling through my city, nikka, all I see is murder
Ain't nobody seen it but shyt everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and shyt everybody murkin,
better get a strap
Young nikkas selling caine just to get it back
And they busting out them racks till they sitting back
And if a nikka hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no nikka
these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers Bananas and gorillas through the jungle Where killers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest nikka in it no comparison And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant But what the fukk, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fukking Carter's
Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
nikka darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw
Be the same nikkas that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving nikkas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at? I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back Before my nikka go starving like where the grub at
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again
Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in
To give my nikka a chance, see him winning again
This and Traumatized
Ain't nobody seen it but shyt everybody heard it
And ain't nobody hiring so everybody serving
And all this gunfire and shyt everybody murkin,
better get a strap
Young nikkas selling caine just to get it back
And they busting out them racks till they sitting back
And if a nikka hit my homie, we gon' hit him back
And if you send him over here, know we gon' send him back
My flow iller, I came up from dope dealing I been sayin' I'd make it, they telling me no nikka
these voices all in my head just telling me go get it
I came up on four wheelers Bananas and gorillas through the jungle Where killers rumble and everyone perishing
Realest nikka in it no comparison And they got the nerve to tell me I'm arrogant But what the fukk, I'm young black, I made it in America
So I'mma ball harder than the ma'fukking Carter's
Beyoncé and Shawn, arm blue'er than their daughter
Maneuver through the water like a shark that's on a dolphin
nikka darker, in a coffin devils on him, get em off him
I can look at your homies and tell you foul, dawg Leaning with your left but you stand in southpaw
Be the same nikkas that'll take you out, dawg
Leaving nikkas hungry but you eating Mr. Chows, dawg
Where the love at? Where the love at? I'll give up all this money to get lil cuz back Before my nikka go starving like where the grub at
Give up the fame, start over and get my buzz back
Do it again, murder his killer him and his friend
Put the arena, step on the stage, kill him again
Look at the stands the fans coming filling them in
To give my nikka a chance, see him winning again
This and Traumatized
BK The Great
Veteran
It really hurt me when they killed Shotty
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin' all them shows, fukkin' all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my nikkas that ain't here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the nikkas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nikka that killed my daddy know I'mma ride
Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nikka
To let you know that I don't feel you nikka
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nikka it's gon' be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nikka
And I ain't ready
nikkas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these nikkas'll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
nikkas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at
We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish
Rest in peace to my nikkas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death
I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nikka spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nikka gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em
Lock 'em like a terrier
Breakin' all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, nikkas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy
I did it for my nikkas, and I did this shyt for Kathy
I was locked down in my cell and I had to read about it
And when they killed Diddy, left him out in Philly
We was young and gettin' money, man we used to run the city
We was rockin' all them shows, fukkin' all them hoes
And when they killed Darryl, Renee had to see him froze on the ground
Downtown, I can hear the sounds now
When she walked up to that casket seen her son and fell down
I drop tears for my nikkas that ain't here
And still think about you even though that it been years
Cause half the nikkas that I grew up with is all dead
All this pain and all this stressin' I should have a bald head
Cause when my Aunt Rhonda died she looked Tock in his eyes
Saw death comin', when she seen it she just cried
Prolly part of the reason we drink and we get high
When I find the nikka that killed my daddy know I'mma ride
Hope you hear me, I'mma kill you nikka
To let you know that I don't feel you nikka
Yeah, you ripped my family apart and made my momma cry
So when I see you nikka it's gon' be a homicide
Cuz I was only a toddler, you left me traumatized
You made me man of the house and it was grindin' time
So I'mma let this flame hit you just to let this pain hit you
And for all them cloudy days I'mma let this rain hit you nikka
And I ain't ready
nikkas wanna murder me I'm ridin' around heavy
I think they wanna wet me like New Orleans and the levees
But I got this mac elevy, these nikkas'll never get me
Lord knows, I got alotta homies in the dirt
nikkas sprayin' metal tryna take you off the earth
Really over nothin', tell me what it's worth
Tryna take you out the game just to put you on a shirt
I Rose from the jungle like Derrick
Death to anybody that oppose my spirit
My future lookin' brighter than this rose I'm starin' at
We be runnin' trains on the hoes y'all cherish
Rest in peace to my nikkas, I swear I miss them to death
My hammer sing murda music, I'll let you listen to death
I'll have you walk with the reaper when hollows rip through your chest
Cause if you throw 'em I throw back like Mitchell & Ness
Man my life so real
Last night I went to sleep and woke up with the chills
Started with a dollar now I got a couple mil
And I make a hundred thousand every time a nikka spill
Man I almost got murked in front of the same church
My dad got carried in, family got married in
That was in my older days, this is now, that was then
Had the block jumpin' for them dollars, Shawn Marion
Young nikka gon' get my own that's why I'm arrogant
Homie need the bail, for them bonds we'll bury 'em
Lock 'em like a terrier
Breakin' all barriers
Just to beat the trial we go miles like Darius
Cause cops tryna catch me, nikkas tryna clap me
Haters runnin at me, know they wanna get at me
And people got the nerve to ask why I don't look happy
I did it for my nikkas, and I did this shyt for Kathy
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BK The Great
Veteran
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
shyt, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bytches bad? Was they fukkin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil nikkas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shyt
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shyt
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fukk I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, "fukk I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bytches bad? Was they fukkin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nikka
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shyt though
Flow slicker than Crisco, nikkas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shyt go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bytch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them nikkas that doubted me, shyt embarrassin'
I'mma real nikka with money, never cherish it
You a fake nikkas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shyt is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple nikkas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say its laxative
shytted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my nikkas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bytches!
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids
To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids
Too many bids, judge gave 'em kids too many years
As soon as you get that money, that's as soon they appear
Sue me, you owe something, they assuming you’ll share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and played a game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a sad saying when you make money it make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
shyt, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made the name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was them bytches bad? Was they fukkin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil nikkas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shyt
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shyt
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin' young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fukk I need a note for!?
In them school hallways, "fukk I need a note for!?"
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was them bytches bad? Was they fukkin' good?
Did your hood show you love? Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night they applaud for the trillest
Lookin' for the intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nikka
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shyt though
Flow slicker than Crisco, nikkas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shyt go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground, I run that bytch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on them nikkas that doubted me, shyt embarrassin'
I'mma real nikka with money, never cherish it
You a fake nikkas with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn’t be trapper, I started trapping' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shyt is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this Bach again
Smoke the weed and laugh at them
Make a couple million by accident
Couple nikkas dropped on Twitter, they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say its laxative
shytted on 'em, Nicki voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on him and he on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my nikkas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bytches!
This is his best verse