I'm Me

Meek Mill

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    Gold presidential for the gold diggin bitches
    Bouncin on the banshee like I'm fuckin hittin switches
    I pull up like what the business
    Fuck you niggas feelings
    Puffin dro an paper stacking money to the ceiling
    I been balling for a year or two
    I don't think I'm goin back
    Walk up in the club

    And make them bitches have a ho attack
    Or should I say a heart attacki go into cardiac
    I'm gon let her ride but she ain't fuckin then she walkin back
    You niggas be talkin that
    Same shit I'm livin though
    Faded like I'm michael jordan
    But I'm scottie pippen though
    Different state
    Different place

    End up with a different ho
    Niggas hating in the hood
    I ain't even trippin though
    I be walkin through my city like a fuckin king
    I'm in these streets
    Just ask around I do my fuckin thing
    Yeah I been eatin since they let me out the fuckin bin
    Nobody told me this the shit that all this money bring

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    You know the team
    It's m.m.g
    Rookie of the year
    I'm mvp
    It's m.o.b
    She asked me who I think I am I told her bitch I'm me

    I tell her bitch I'm me
    I tell her bitch I'm me
    My niggas is balling
    You niggas is hating
    Cameras everywhere I go
    A movie in the making
    I tell her bitch I'm me
    I get that work out my face
    I put that shit on my man

    I take her straight to o'malley he selling 30 a gram
    I put them b's on your team
    And they gon murder your man
    Black and white maro lookin like the hamburglar
    Damn I got bars
    Outer space I'm on mars
    I forever do my thing
    Pull strings, guitar

    Before I had a deal I was a fuckin hood star
    And I ain't chewin cause my goon is ridin like a good car
    I'm the topic of discussion
    Waka bitch I'm bustin
    Rollie face blue
    Like I'm crippin on em cousin

    Nigga you ain't got it you just lookin like you stuntin
    I was there, you called my man and
    You was lookin for an onion lame
    We on the same road but it's a different lane
    And all you niggas tellin like it's a different game
    In the district, pointin pictures, givin names
    They shoot at us, we kill em all and we get the blame

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