Lyrics:
Meshach and Mesha
Set up your brother 'cause you jealous, nigga
Heat back (ugh), like you never left, forever rep
Cops watch every step, six miles
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're tired be quiet and go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) bitch it's me again
Kickin' in your fuckin'
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it
[Chorus 1]
pull up in a brand new
shawty hit my line but she old news
i dont waste time you know what it do
im up by 6am
im up by 6am
up by 6am
up by 6
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in
popular, never lost a battle Smack
I made battle rap popular
You got popular off battle rap
But let me travel back to this cat Goodz
It's a wrap Goodz
This
Don't feel like I ever made a
Conscious decision to stay six years
You just kind of roll the first
Four and a half years
Was me in the studio every day
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
like a swiss knife
Never been a rich guy
But I'll buy the biggest coffin for the old
Me when I find wherever it lies
Some of you missed me writing lines
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
on a
brand new album! Yes! Oooh, it's gonna be out later this year. And we may, or we may not, you never
know, have another four top ten singles, thanks to you
really shut the door and let you open new ones
It only took me a month
'Til I was bored of the fun
The fun I was never having
Was just some problems outrun
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
You dare me too
Play the album we all gone missing
Yo
Play the album that's that auditory valium
Step into my zones like mandatory fouling
5 6 Shaq
albums wrong, yea
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
This is the bonus track
I got a bonus
The rest goes without me having to say
I say, go, go, go, go (DJ)
Holla at me, what it do, what it is?
You ain't never seen a playa like this
(Holla
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