10 Meals

Uhh, I had to get off my ass
Pedal to the metal with my foot on the gas
95 miles per hour, bruh, all in a dash
And my momma finally cried cause I’m ballin' my cash
I heard they stealin' my flows, but that don’t make it no better
Cause you jockin' my style, that don’t make it no better
If a bitch tryna play me I’ma go ahead and let her
Get so much head, I feel like it makes me more clever
Don’t get mad, I get even
It’s prices to the shit
Cause I’d rather live alone than livin' with a lifeless bitch
And that’s real (I tell her), and that’s real
The price of my shoes will probably buy me 10 meals
And I’d still be, uhh
And I’d still be drinkin' all of the time
The homie fucked the side bitch, fuck it, she wasn’t mine
I don’t ever be trippin' over no spare shit
It’s broz over hoes, migo sharin' is carin', that’s right
Ball out, straight cash out
Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie
Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh
But I don’t see it though
Ball out, straight cash out
Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie
Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh
But I don’t see it though
I wake up in the mornin' and I fuck real quick
I like sharin' so you can’t say that you gon' steal my bitch
Ain’t nobody that can say that they gon' steal my shine
But I heard a lil somethin' soundin' like my rhymes
Okay, I think that I got me a couple swagger jackets
They like me, then hate me, and front like they some rappers
But man it ain’t nothin', you’s a mower to a tractor
You’s a hooptie to a 'Rari
You’s a lizard to a raptor
I got bars for days, I got bars for months
I got songs for ladies, and I got songs for sluts
24's is still rollin', and I don’t like foreign
Man, my closet like a horse, they bafool in that Ralph Lauren
I still be goin' in, bro
What you think?
My body’s like a Sharpie, cause that bitch is full of ink
And I stay Faith fuck to that Goose, but I be sippin' on Tequila
And I’m brown to the bone, like a
Ball out, straight cash out
Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie
Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh
But I don’t see it though
Ball out, straight cash out
Everybody know that that’s a lie, lie, lie
Fiction raps, they lies on tracks and claim they facts, uhh
But I don’t see it though
But I don’t see it though