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Meal Ticket
Look, it's all pen, it's all for real niggas
It's gone in a song, it's still with us
It feel different
My heart and my will in it
Bars ain't my only meal ticket
Regardless, I'm in a field, ni***
It's all pen, it's all- I twist the spliff with both hands
Bitches heard about a ni***, so they hollering for mo'
And getting with the program
I think i feel my body getting cold and I ain't bring a clothe'
I'm walking like an old man
And look at all the shit I do to cope with shit
I do the most when I get on the ropes and
Still think I'm 'bout to hit the dope man
My ni*** if I'm walking talking 'bout four grams
You gon' have me walking with whole bags
This bitch is center on a coast tan
Bucket swerved and stopping for no man
We back in service, pack your shit up
Taxidermy rapping niggas for fun
My past determined what's finna come
My ni*** skip the sermon, pass me the blunt
I knew the verdict 'fore the gavel went up
I know i judged you early back at the jump
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy