[Verse 1]
Ayy, I'ma keep it real
I'ma tell you really how I feel
They don't wanna let a n***a live
They just wanna see me broke
They don't wanna see a n***a grow
They wanna see me posted at that store
Baby, you don't understand
I ain't really tryna be your man
I'm too busy runnin' all them bands
Takin' pictures with my fans
And we got them sticks in the van
I pray that this shit don't get out of hand
I'ma slide for my dawg
'Cause I know he slide for me back
Put that on my mama, that's a fact
He gon' the that n***a gone
He gon' teach a n***a how to act
Smokin' dead n***as, we can match
Really I'm just tryna chill
'Cause I just put my mama in the crib
And you don't understand how I feel
Mama couldn't pay the bills
Now a n***a worth a couple mill
Fuck it, now it is what it is
I be feelin' like fuck it
I don't need no introduction
No hustlin'
Do it for my mama and my cousins
I love it
Notice they was comin', I ain't rushin'
Mean muggin'
But he don't even know the slug clutchin'
I can get you gone by the press of a button
Bag on his head, I ain't even gotta touch him
I'on give a fuck about your shooter, n***a, fuck him
I ain't tryna meet no new n***as, I don't trust them
[Bridge]
And I'ma get a bag that’s by any means
I ain't never bought a bitch a wedding ring
Had to cut that bitch off, now she dead to me
N***a scared of me
Had to thank Lord 'cause he's blessin' me
I just want you to see the best in me

[Verse 2]
Look, I ain't fuckin' with these n***as I'll be in my lane
I be runnin' up that money stayin' out the way
She wanna fuck with me but I ain't got the time of day (Ayy)
Boy, you be trippin' 'bout that bitch, you need to tie your lace (Ayy)
I keep the bitch rollin', I got a lot to say (Rollin')
I keep the heat on me, I can't die today (On me)
Long live Meek, like my dog I wanna fly away
But since I can't fly I'ma just get fly today
Walk with a whole lotta racks in my pants
N***as try to rob me I'ma let this .40 dance
Way these n***as hatin'? I ain't ever understand
When I was chasin' money that's the only time I ran
Whole lotta rats like I hit the lot—to
We chase money, not—hoes
Die for my bros
Slot with no poles
Hate me while I'm here
Cry when I'm gone