Letra de ROBBIE SON - Meek Mill

”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 discovered 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 was 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 in, praying that I put her on

Take her to the jeweler get that patek here put it on

Imma 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 really 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

Ill never send 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 on a whole nother level than these nigga's

You can not get on my level through these bitches

And I know I'm rich as fuck, but I’ll

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, just to make it to St. Barts and live life, brrt)

Battle tested, everything I wanted, I manifested

It was dreams I was chasing, running

I had to catch it

It was things that I really wanted, i had to get it

Them OGs know that’s Robbie son, since adolescence

If you stayed down til you came up, hold yo chain up

You ain’t got no chain or no watch, throw yo gang up

[?], ain't no jewelry never made us

I came up went back down , came back round went way up

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 passed it

100k in cash just like them cars that make me spin faster

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 I 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 bitin 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 white

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

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