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Meeks
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Brrrrrr Mmmm Uh All them cold nights sitting in the trap Stacking for the spinner with the flikky on my lap Had to whip it with the mag to turn the whips to Digi Dash Got me flying OT and rags just so I can flip a pack Young n***as living fast Ga**ed cos they did the dash White when I flick my ash Do a mazzaleen to bring my n***a back All them cold nights in the trap Why you think I'm in a mask? I've been to hell and back Seen hella cats Pushed hella crack Jack me? never that I bet I make the semi slap, boom But if I jacked you darg then you won't get it back Need big whips now Teddy where the hemmies at Run up in spots like show me where the reddies at I'm going Trevor mad Black suit, Men in Black I need a half a mil stack Looking like I push crack Like, Mike I'm a dad Five years from now, trap suits remember that Middle of December going mad Tryna fill a bag 'member being stuck on tag 'member doing push-ups in a dutty pad Always been money mad I've been jail two times for the love of bands I see them n***as getting ga**ed off a couple grand I've got some other plans Stack it up in rubber bands I do the milly rock on any block n***a and the money dance So shout out my hitters in Spain and my killers in France I got drillers in the yard and I got hitters in the dam Though we tapped em with hitters and we land Only lions and gorillas in the gang I got a milli in the plan But for now I'm putting Whitney in the pan Been a minute since I visited the fam But I'm really getting busy with the vision and the plan For all them long days in my cell Can't you see I've been to hell Must have been the karma for the things I sell Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell Flippin' hell Free my n***as off the prison shelf They're either trapping or robbing but I just wish them well I see them olders throw their dreams down the wishing well If you're hitting fiends on my block then don't miss a cell Lost a couple homies make me want to hit the relf When Deezy died the block lost it So when them blockers lost Migs I could relate that's real sh*t Gotta make it out quick Show 'em how we live I need labels and cribs that's why I'm saving up quids It's got me blazing up spliffs with no cig Could live fast and you can go quick Prob'ly got to lose your homie just to know it's crazy how the time goes quick And when I'm on my grind I make the line go sick Th'mount of times I made a white O flip Had me out in Brinsford for my white, Oh sh*t Pull up on your b*t*h and make her bag the whole brick Like, when I'm OT darg gotta stay focused Couple kitties ran off with some pennies so we don't tick End up burning gaffs down, leaving them homeless Cah I'm round fiends with no teeth and bare smokers Semi-autos and revolvers Never show fear but show respect to my olders Can't stop, won't stop Grinding till the phone's off Tryna break a whole box Can't rest, won't rest Grinding till the phone's dead Tryna break a whole keg Came along way from Heath Court and all that Real n***as take that sh*t to the grave with em Can't steal my shine like Fabian
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