ROBBIE SON

Meek Milly

The one with the nappy braids

Papi, uh

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 was letting thotties love us wrong

Bending TRXs through the trench till they can't trail us home

And I'm super rich, give me a—, still can put it on

**** asking where I been, I tell 'em I been putting on

She begging me to put it in, 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 gon' put it on

**** with me banging different gangs, for me, they get along

I be on that other shit, all this dream chasing got me running shit

I just left from Ghana, bussing 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 really know I was intelligent

Till 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, they go for seven cent

I never send my homie on a mission I won't slide on

Never buss no paper with a bitch 'fore I put my guys on

Still'll spin a Rolls the same corner **** died on

In a Ghost, tryna see if **** souls need a ride home

I'm on a whole 'nother level than these ****

You cannot get on my level through these bitches

And I know I'm rich as fuck, but I don't never think I'm better than no ****

I got heart, it's whatever with these ****, I'm a shark

I will swim, I will walk, I will pedal to it, ****

Just to make it to St. Barts and live life better with my ****

Yeah, just to make it to St. Barts and live life—

Battle tested, everything I wanted, I manifested

It was dreams, I was chasing, running, I had to catch it

It was things that I really wanted, I had to get it

Them OGs know that's Robbie son since adolescence

If you stayed down till you came up, hold your chain up

You ain't got no chain or no watch, throw your gang up

'Cause it was judge or jury, ain't no jury never made us

I came up, went back down, came back 'round, went way up

It ain't all rapping, I'm talking to Robert Kraft 'bout Lamar Jackson

Love me in my hood, I'm freeing **** 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, Louis Virgil got the soft fabric

Virgil Maybach looking like it got some Timb's on it

Equity on the backend and the front, I want M's on it

And definitely, I'm gon' tax 'em what I want 'cause I been doing this

Been having, **** talking crazy on the 'net, can't even bend past

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

Riding in a tank on my way to the bank

Know God don't judge, I cut 'em off just from the way that he think

County and state, I done it all, got me scraping a shank

Richest **** 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 biting

Way we living 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 get excited

I'm rapping till the sun come up in my cell, and I ain't tired

My celly, he was wired

He fighting a body, he 'bout to go to trial, he hear me rapping, he get inspired

They want give him life, won't send him back till 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 gon' turn into Michael Myers

Seen it in my face when I had told him I ain't lying

I'm gon' make it out them trenches with them millions, I ain't dyin'