DEAD MEAT

[Verse]
Money on my mind, I'm having cash dreams
It sounds sick, but truthfully I close my eyes and can't sleep
My niggas in the trap, I will not stop until we all eat
Fuck a food stamp, we stomp on shit and cause a stampede
Speeding down the street, my niggas's weapons under they seat
A couple grams of weed, if we pull over then exchange a lease, the cop is dead meat (BAH, BAH, BAH, BAH, BAH, BAH!)
And then we flee the scene
Smoking in the whip with windows up, I can barely breathe
My nigga just got out, he on probation so we keep it clean
He came out more mena, tryna put niggas on an IV
I told him he could chill but I'm just glad he right beside me
My brothers keep a-
If I'm showing up, I best hear my theme
THA HERO ain't a small thing
I'm pissing when the phone ring
I'm busy saving lives, ain't never wonder who gon' save me
That one meme of Tyrese crying my feelings lately
I'm tryna find some peace again
Peace of mind, a peace within
Currently, my eyes with God but most your guys still peace of hand
This is what you people black, eight thousand lives a piece of land
Your world is 'bout to die, but you're too busy serving Uncle Sam
Monkey, I ain't died, you niggas quick to buy a helping hand
I woulda used this helping hand to strike you where you fucking stand
I'm sick and tired of niggas tryna fuck-
(Calm down)
(Calm the fuck down, nigga)
Of course I'll understand the spot I'm in, she come and take my hand
The power I was gifted ain't no suit, I'm the chosen man
Don't put random niggas on them news, they was in the plans
If niggas can't fit inside your boots, don't let them think they can

[Outro]
I fuck with it
I fuck with it
Boy *Laughing*
Oh, Hell- you thought I was gon' catch that now?