Uh
Swear this beat, it got me feeling like I'm Meek Mill
Only one thing left to eat, and thats a weeks meal
Cant put it on the plate, if its a weak meal
But when I say we hungry, we eat still
Sipping on sum Bub' this that real spill
Walking around the club, I let my drink spill
Need to get real, need to get real
Yeah
F*ck that Meek Mill, said I swear I'm on that Drake shit
Too busy checking on me, like what's holding up my waist, bitch
You should worry more about what its in it, less outside it
Swear to god, you all just victims to the timing
Further proves how y'all ain't on my timing
Said that you could ride it, but you cant even get beside it
Its okay I'm beside it
Ain't running around for your shit no more, I'm no longer behind it
I got me the front, and I'm gon be the tyrant nigga, shit
Cuz' this is war that we fighting
Its gettin more and more violent
More people dying, more people crying
Its only praises to gods and the highest
So many ways we could set out the fires
But me and my crew, we the ones always lighting them
Ones with the riots
And bet we gon' slide on them
We ain't gon stop
Not when the wheels falling off
Not when they cut off my socks, no
Cant let up my walk
Let up my walk
I can't let up my walk
Let up my walk
I cant let up my walk
Uh
Swear this beat, it got me feeling like I'm Meek Mill
One thing left to eat, and thats a weeks meal
But I cant put it on the plate, put it on the plate
But we eat still
F*ck it, this that real spill
In the club, I let my drink spill
Need to get real, need to get real