| New bands
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| Rap got me feeling like a new man
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| Same idea, new plan
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| I got it poppin', I ain’t even have to shoot man
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| They don’t do road or do gang
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| That’s why it’s peak when the truth lands
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| That’s why it’s deep when the truth speaks
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| Did it in a year, fourteen days
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| Now man are too weak
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| My flows are too unique
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| 4AM, I’m cooking up new beats
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| Who’s pushin' like Meekz?
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| Can’t get stupid like Meekz
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| Leave the beat all duppied like me
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| Six figures on my new white tee
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| Right please, listen to me YGs
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| Until you clean your Ps
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| You will never find peace
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| Who am I to speak?
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| Fuck it, who am I to preach?
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| Need a new piece, a new time piece
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| Used to hit the motorway to find fiends
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| Flashing lights and when I hit the studio
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| I make the mic bleed
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| Can’t stop until my mind’s free
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| I can’t believe they’re making Meekz-type beats
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| It makes my knees quite weak
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| Shit they even tryna speak like me
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| They ain’t deep like me
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| They ain’t street like me
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| I don’t even wanna be like me
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| Now they go to YouTube and type me
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| But be like me? |
| That’s highly unlikely
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| I think I’m rich in my new Nike tee
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| New topic, don’t cop it if you can’t buy three
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| But you just wanna be that young fly G
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| Before you buy the weed
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| The runner’s gotta run it by me
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| Ay, no one in the game that’s coming like me
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| Cook it straight out the oven like me
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| All they say is «That how you’re coming my G?»
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| I just think of fuck shit when I’m bunning my trees
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| 'Cause I’m sick of seeing runners and fiends
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| Now running my team
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| Ask the labels, ain’t nobody stubborn like me
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| Don’t make me get blood on my jeans
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| I don’t sell songs, they’re never gonna buy Meekz
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| So let me fly please
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| This life’s deep, so let me catch a flight please
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| Let me smoke my weed
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| New money so clean, same routine
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| Cash your signature for Ps
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| They’re never gonna sign me
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| On my block’s where you’ll find me
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| You could never be like me
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| Can’t believe they’re making Meekz-type beats
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| It makes my knees quite weak
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| Shit they even tryna speak like me
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| They ain’t deep like me
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| They ain’t street like me
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| I don’t even wanna be like me
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| Can’t believe they’re making Meekz-type beats
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| It makes my knees quite weak
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| Shit they even tryna speak like me
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| They ain’t deep like me
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| They ain’t street like me
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| Catch me dipping in a go-kart
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| Gotta go home or go hard
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| Everything I touch so hard
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| Natural, now they wanna quote ours
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| Got me wishing on my own stars
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| I just wish I dealt my own cards
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| Or maybe I did
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| Gotta get it how we live
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| No one to blame for this shit
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| And that’s the craziest shit
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| Got me thinking 'bout my life while I’m blazing my spliff
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| No make up, my bitch
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| Now it’s big, big, legit
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| Got me acting a prick
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| I feel broker than rich
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| I might ghost for a bit
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| And let 'em use my flows for a bit
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| I just speak the truth
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| I never hope for a hit
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| Now all dem olders are pissed
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| Cah I stepped in with smoke on my hip
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| I got bros on my chain
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| And half a brick of coke on my wrist
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| I could have my phones going sick
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| Trap was colder than shit
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| I made a home within it
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| I sell stones and invest it in sticks
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| I cop big bits
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| Press ya tryna get rich
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| Would’ve thought I’m tryna make the rich list
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| Tell my missus I don’t care about no daft bitches
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| So when the mask comes off, it’s mad business
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| But I still buy bits off the shoplifters
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| Top-notch hitters
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| On my block’s where you’ll find me
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| You could never be like me
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| Can’t believe they’re making Meekz-type beats
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| It makes my knees quite weak
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| Shit they even tryna speak like me
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| They ain’t deep like me
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| They ain’t street like me
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| I don’t even wanna be like me
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| Can’t believe they’re making Meekz-type beats
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| It makes my knees quite weak
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| Shit they even tryna speak like me
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| They ain’t deep like me
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| They ain’t street like me |