The Meek - VEXEN

Okay, these n- wanna be sleep It's nine in the morning I ain't been asleep yet I though sleep was for billionaires I think I'm the last of the street n- left Uh, I like that Gangsta, greezy gone When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech Brought my city with me and we coming in the fleet And now I'm getting richer and they don't want me in the streets I'm thinking f- a album sales, we sold a hundred bricks this week Thousand grams of crack, take it to the table Bag it all up, take it to the label and tell 'em distribute it I'm getting cake ridiculous Rari like a frog, jumping through the traffic, ribbitin' And they tellin' me to turn down, they say that I need Ritalin Ballin' like I'm Jordan, no assists from Sottie Pippen In an out the flows, crossing over like I'm dribbling Running laps round them rappers, tired like Michelin Started off with Tip and 'em but that wasn't it for him Yellow, gold Cuban, diamonds blue like Michigan Been taught you n- That there's levels and there's differences To this lifestyle, the way a real n- livin' it I'm gettin' it, n- put yourself in my predicament If you was gettin' all of this f- money You won't spend this sh- I be at the dealership, pointing out and picking sh- Just to shake the town up, talking off the Richtor sh- Take 'em to the Clear Port, no Instagram, picture it N- taking pictures for the Instagram, you in the sh- On the jet, fifty for the flight to go to LIV and sh- Spend another thirty on the champ And never sipped the sh- One million, two million, three million, four I can have a million dollars knocking at my door Ridin' in the passenger, like 2Pac Shakur Only thing that's different is this new Glock that roar Get a rush from the paper, rush from the money If money talk it's like you said hush to your money These broke n- say I talk too much about the money That's what we do it for the love of the money N- We're sitting here, I'm supposed to be the franchise player And we're in here talking about practice Not the, not the game that I go out there and die for And play every game like it's my last Not the game We talking about practice man I mean how silly is that? We talking about practice What are we talkin' about? Practice? We talking about practice man We tal-, hun, we talking about practice We talking about practice We ain't talking 'bout the game We talking about practice, man Ha, you ready? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Killed my n- snupe I'm going hammer on these n- Ridin' through my city With my finger on the trigger (just wait for it, dream chasers) I ain't playing with you

Because there's never gonna be enough space So eat the meek, enjoy the waste It's always gonna be a delicacy So lick your chops and eat the meek Why must we stay where we don't belong? Why must we stay where we don't belong? The factory mass producing fear Bottled, capped, distributed near and far Sold for a reasonable price The people, they love it, they feed it Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it Inject it direct to the blood It seems to be replacing love Why must we stay where we don't belong? Why must we stay where we don't belong? Because there's always gonna be token truth Forgotten code, discarded youth You know there's always gonna be pedigree One own the air, one pay to breathe Why must we stay where we don't belong? Why must we stay where we don't belong? Why must we stay where we don't belong? Why must we stay where we don't belong? Don't belong

I hate funerals, I love life. I hate when I see a whole bunch of people just crying in a funeral on some fake shit. They ain't really love a nigga while they was there. See I'm a different type of nigga, I wanna be honest with y'all. I need the love now, if y'all motherfuckers gonna be crying and playing thirty minute specials when I'm gone (an hour special that I'm gone) fuck that, love me while I'm here. Love me while I'm here, I had to tell a bitch(I want the love)'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)'Cause all I know is getting money, knockin' at the door, I'm like who is it? Bitch I tell ya(I want the love) I'm a rich nigga I don't get mad, I just get paper (I don't) I don't catch feelings I catch flights, that's brick paper (for what) For one rider at Badboy, that's one side These killers with me, don't fuck around they jump fast like off sides I'm 'bout to keep up on the billy, poppin' these bottles and really I know they gon' hate when I'm high, but when it's all over they feel me If you want your love when I'm dead, you better off just tryna kill me'Cause I'm gonna ball on you, and I ain't talkin' about you, I hate all y'll niggas Ten [?] for your man, ho I could buy that Last week I made a hundred mill, you should try that I'm a real nigga, they all see it, can't hide that I'll touch down in your city, fuck shit up, nigga then fly back(I want the love)'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)'Cause all I know is getting money, knockin' at the door, I'm like who is it? Bitch I tell ya(I want the love) Wanted the money, and wanted the love Wanted them bitches that wanted the drugs That wanted the molly and that wanted the weed I walk in the building get love in the club Love in the streets, bitch it's Meek Milly Them niggas was haters I love what they was'Cause all of that hating was my motivation Now I got the paper and what whaty what? It is what it is, look at me now Living the life in the fucking EONiggas that hate me still come to my shows Shawty ain't ready to fuck up my wrist, give a fuck about gold Straight to the money and back to the hood where they takin' that money We package the good and we break up that money You act like you good better sell you some money, hater(I want the love)'Cause all I see is haters and this money got these niggas catchin' verbals and I tell ya (I want the love)'Cause all I know is getting money, knockin' at the door, I'm like who is it? Bitch I tell ya(I want the love)