These are propaganda campaigns They'll pay a thousand people to go online and Just post negative things about a particular thing Because they know that that one thing If it's discover what it could really do It's going to offset their profit system Meek Milly The one with the nappy braids Papi, ah (Yo Nick Papz make it slap) Life short but my money long I go through shit and still act like it ain't nothing wrong Know what they on, they get the number to my other phone I only started rapping, so I could put my brothers on Grew up in hatred, we are letting thotties love us wrong Bending TRX's through the trenches til they can't trail us home And I'm super rich, give me a s— and still can put it on Nigga's asking where | been I tell 'em I been puttin' on She begging me to put it on, praying that I put her on Take her to the jeweler get that Patek here put it on I'ma pop my shit that's automatic and gone put it on Nigga's with me banging different gangs for me, they get along I be on that other shit all this dream chasing got me runnin' shit I just left from Ghana I was busing moves up with the government Flew out with some vibes about to fly me in some other shit This money came with power and I'm loving it Man, I be playing dumb, they ain't even know I was intelligent Til they seen me turn that Honda Accord to a Cullinan Audemars in my closet and they skeleton I had paid 300, but on the street it go for seven cent I never sent my homie on a mission I won't slide on Never buss no paper with a bitch before I put my guys on Still a spin a rolls the same corner nigga's died on In a ghost tryna see if nigga's souls need a ride home I'm a whole nother level then these nigga's You can not get on my level through these bitches And I know I'm rich as fuck, but I don't Never think I'm better then no nigga I got heart it's whatever what these nigga's I'm a shark I will swim I will walk, I will pedal to it nigga Just to make it to St Barts and live life better with my nigga's (Yeah, [?], brrt) It ain't all rapping, I'm talking to Robert Kraft about Lamar Jackson Love me in my hood I'm freeing nigga's and got lost past it Got it out the mud, I can't even tell you how this all happened Casino I take ten grand to a million like I'm doing magic Going savage, Louie Virgil got the soft fabric Virgil Maybach lookin' like it got some Timbs on it Equity on the backend and the front I want M's on it And definitely I'm gone tax em what l want because I been doing it Been having nigga's talkin' crazy on the net can't even bend pass 100k in cash just like them cars that make me spin fast Ain't no limit on it, Percy miller, I got this shit mastered, I promise Ridin' in a tank on my way to the bank No God don't judge, I cut 'em off just from the way that he think County estate, I done it all got me scraping a shank Richest nigga in the county ain't no taking my plate Ain't no making me wait, I'm going right in I was on the block when the cops was out there striking us like lightning Throwing lefts from right straight at this system like I'm Tyson It's biten way we livin' life this shit is trifling Lawyers slime me out, said feds comin' ain't no fighting He said you won't get to be Meek Mill, you get indicted He don't know my back get to the wall I got excited I'm rapping to the Sun come up in my cell and I ain't tired My celly he was wired He fighting a body he about to go to trial He hear me rapping he get inspired They want give 'em life won't send him back til he expire He was kinda nervous going to practice with the choir I told him only God can judge him when he feel the fire Say he lose his case then he gone turn into Michael Myers Seen it in my face when I had told him I ain't lyin' I'm gone make it out them trenches with them millions, I ain't dying