Lyrics
Nigga
Yeah, yeah
It's Meek motherfuckin' Real
Meek motherfuckin' Mill, nigga
Yeah
And I be spittin' that shit
Blood gang, sucka
You niggas know this one
I told 'em
I'm like name of the game, get the chain, fuck the fame
If it ain't about no money, I ain't fucking with you, gang
You niggas know, I was cuffed up in them chains
You niggas ain't give me a holler
Bail 9500, you niggas ain't give me a dollar
That's the number one problem, no respect, no loyalty
Business over bitches, that's number one and most importantly
The day I fell, I knew y'all would be the ones that supported me
I'm calling phones, y'all hitting buttons, avoiding me
I was in my cell, boiling
And when I touch down, I'ma kill something
That's when I caught myself like, nigga, get a deal or something
Eat a meal or something, getting rich'll make 'em sick
The main ones I thought was real, they was fake as shit
Talking 'bout they never changed
I needed help, they never came
Same time you making money off my name
It was fucked up in the game, guess God just had to show me
Who to keep close to me, and on the real, you niggas owe me
To my mom, the one that told me, man, them niggas ain't gon' ride
When you down doing your time, they out here acting like you died
That's why I'm laughing with a smile
I'm in the game switching lanes
And I ain't dissing on you niggas, nah, I'm just spitting pain
This is real shit, flowing like the blood that's in my veins
Homie, feel this, 'cause it could happen to you boys the same
Shit, I'm the only boy to blame, 'cause I was down for you niggas
I would ride, I would die, bust my pound for you niggas
Like I was on quarantine, living like a poor fiend
Niggas take the meds to kill the pain like it's morphine
Fiend, go 'head, sleep on me, you boys dream
And I be at it chasing cabbage, getting more cream
I had to separate myself from these lames
Had to realize that me and niggas ain't the same
Can't complain, I kept it a hundred, sunny or rain
Through the pain or the fame, regardless, I will remain the same
But like EA Sports, I'm in the game
Got my homies looking like four quarters the way they change
Shit, could it be the money, or could it be the whores?
Man, I don't even know, it could be either or
Niggas get nice like Mike and try to leave they boss
For the love of the green, turn around, change they team
But I'm still in good condition like Maybelline
So I'ma catch up to my future while they chasing dreams
Go 'head, chase them dreams, nigga
Catch up to my future, nigga
It's Meek motherfuckin' Milly
And you niggas know what I do
You niggas know
I'm repping Philly hard
Flamers, flamers
Fuck the whole gang