ROBBIE SON

These are propaganda campaigns
They'll pay a thousand people to go online and
Just post negative things about a particular thing
Because they know that that one thing
If it's discover what it could really do
It's going to offset their profit system
Meek Milly
The one with the nappy braids
Papi, ah (Yo Nick Papz make it slap)

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 are letting thotties love us wrong
Bending TRX's through the trenches til they can't trail us home
And I'm super rich, give me a s— and still can put it on
Nigga's asking where | been I tell 'em I been puttin' on
She begging me to put it on, 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 gone put it on
Nigga's with me banging different gangs for me, they get along
I be on that other shit all this dream chasing got me runnin' shit
I just left from Ghana I was busing 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 even know I was intelligent
Til 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 it go for seven cent
I never sent my homie on a mission I won't slide on
Never buss no paper with a bitch before I put my guys on
Still a spin a rolls the same corner nigga's died on
In a ghost tryna see if nigga's souls need a ride home
I'm a whole nother level then these nigga's
You can not get on my level through these bitches
And I know I'm rich as fuck, but I don't
Never think I'm better then no nigga
I got heart it's whatever what these nigga's
I'm a shark I will swim I will walk, I will pedal to it nigga
Just to make it to St Barts and live life better with my nigga's (Yeah, [?], brrt)

It ain't all rapping, I'm talking to Robert Kraft about Lamar Jackson
Love me in my hood I'm freeing nigga's 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, Louie Virgil got the soft fabric
Virgil Maybach lookin' like it got some Timbs on it
Equity on the backend and the front I want M's on it
And definitely I'm gone tax em what l want because I been doing it
Been having nigga's talkin' crazy on the net can't even bend pass
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
Ridin' in a tank on my way to the bank
No God don't judge, I cut 'em off just from the way that he think
County estate, I done it all got me scraping a shank
Richest nigga 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 biten way we livin' 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 got excited
I'm rapping to the Sun come up in my cell and I ain't tired
My celly he was wired
He fighting a body he about to go to trial
He hear me rapping he get inspired
They want give 'em life won't send him back til 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 gone turn into Michael Myers
Seen it in my face when I had told him I ain't lyin'
I'm gone make it out them trenches with them millions, I ain't dying