Oh man, oh man, oh man, not again Yeah, I learned the game from William Wesley You can never check me Back to back for the n*ggas that didn’t get the message Back to back like I’m on the cover of Lethal Weapon Back to back like I’m Jordan ’96, ’97 Whoa, very important and very pretentious When I look back I might be mad that I gave this attention Yeah, but it’s weighin’ heavy on my conscience Yeah, and f*ck, you left a boy no options I wanna see my n*ggas go insane You gon’ make me step out of my f*ckin’ frame You gon’ make me buy bottles for Charlamagne You gon’ make me go out of my f*ckin’ way I waited four days, n*gga, where y’all at? I drove here in the Wraith playin’ AR-AB I’m not sure what it was that really made y’all mad But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y’all rap I mean woah, can’t fool the city, man, they know what’s up Second floor Tootsies, gettin’ shoulder rubs This for y’all to think that I don’t write enough They just mad cause I got the midas touch You love her, then you gotta give the world to her Is that a world tour or your girl’s tour? I know that you gotta be a thug for her This ain’t what she meant when she told you to open up more Yeah, trigger fingers turn to twitter fingers Yeah, you gettin’ bodied by a singin’ n*gga I’m not the type of n*gga that’ll type to n*ggas And shout-out to all my boss b*tches wife-in n*ggas Make sure you hit him with the prenup Then tell that man to ease up I did another one, I did another one You still ain’t did sh*t about the other one I got the drink in me goin’ back to back Yeah, goin’ back to back I got the drink in me goin’ back to back Yeah, I’m goin’ back to back I don’t wanna hear about this ever again Not even when she tell ’em that they better as friends Not even when you sayin’, “Drizzy, tell ’em again” I been puttin’ on a show, it was a sell out event Oh, you need better seatin’ I didn’t wanna do it, gave me every reason The point I’m tryna make is I don’t ever need ’em Seen what you’d do for fame or what you’d do for freedom Please, check ’em for a wire or a earpiece Please, please do not let these n*ggas near me Please, think before you come for the great one Please, who’s a real n*gga and who ain’t one? Please, somebody stop me I’m talkin’ boasy and gwanin wassy I got the fest in five days and it’s my sh*t Soon as a n*gga hit the stage, they gon’ They gon’ ask if I can play this sh*t back to back Yeah, they want it back to back They gon’ ask if I can play this sh*t back to back I took a break from Views, now it’s back to that, n*gga 3 Responses Ms. Prada July 29th, 2015 He killed him Reply Sonya S July 29th, 2015 How does he keep doing it? Reply Zoe N July 30th, 2015 Meek can’t come back from that. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ