Mealticket

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I don't like to stress em
And I don't like political questions 
Cuz nowadays it's like we're
More concerned with Nike 
Than priest confessions 
Religion ain't been saving lately 
How you judging but you still sinning daily 
Went from the dorm headline last
So you expect me to look up at this world like it aint mine
Can have it all if I play it correct 
Skipping steps leave you bay less
Im mini famous, people f*ck with me now 
You Should, come and see it I be owning the crowd
And I'm confused by the mindset of thinking average
Ain't done nothing but conversating as if you have it
Be in nest hit my coffee with baileys 
Rip to my granny I be missing her daily 
And I'm the craft with it, I don't drink no shandy 
I see you Santana, I'm more randy 
At the podium defending my people 
450 some years and we still ain't equal 
F*ck is we doing, done got stuck up on the hatred
Complicated things now it's back to the basics
Maybe we can cut out the bullshit and face it 
Money turn to greed then we all be looking jadded
Call the police, I doubt it, we bout to test if you bout it 
See you steady dick riding and that ego clouded 
Ya lady smiled at a brother now you over there poutin' 
At The young gunner in a 4Runner 
All they attempts factious im the road runner 
They some scary ass boys 3rd Down punters 
I got real cash money like I know stunna 
I don't want a loan, I don't need no favor 
Nothing was the same on my worst behavior 
Catering to nothing but my dreams 
Deadstock never worn too clean 
Fresh up out ya lady box 
But Let me stop, don't nobody want that thot 
Blood clot like I'm rolling with some wyclefs
Show up a kill my brothers don't want no mic check 
Eyes lows prolly just in my zone 
I done, Put in the work so my confidence grown 
Hardly ever leave the home only when have to 
Forever written in the city like a tattoo 
Jiggy fast negativity be taboo 
And My condolences are past due 
But f*ck it I never sweat it 
Ain't gotta star need some credit
Aint gotta feel it, remember I done said it  
I go get it everyday, and that's exactly where im headed 
They hurting dont call the medics, did it to themselves 
Tell them suckas oh well, see you in my next life, only tell gon' tell
Cuz im the, Meal ticket and the bums tryna grab at me 
Put in the work now I think they mad at me  
Cuz we came from the same place
But im doin way bigger things fucked around then my name changed
Fundamentals of the social practice 
Either a real one, poser f*ck boy or actress 
Living like they owe me one 
Young Jedi, obi won 
Young gun be the chosen son
And I aint slowing none 
Going in made a living off of having fun
So who gon tell me some 
Nobody, on my Keith sweat 
Need a kingdom and building one 
So who bout it

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Written by: William Weathers

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