MMM

He said he wanna talk for a bit

Rip his lil head off, then I call for the kit

Break a lil bread up, then i run through the strip

Shake a lil lead out, then I ask for the slips

Dustin off berettas, then I hop in the whip

Couple open letters to the brick,

Problems stacked up, they were thick

Fell into the ground, had to act like he tripped

What a bitch

Run deep down with the time in the papers

Riding off the trails of the vapors

Riches in the form of some favors

Keep it low grade, we can talk it about it later

Maybe in the form of a wager

I said I wanna meet my maker

I said I wanna fuck a faker

It all makes sense, who could blame her

We run with disclaimers

Meet my maker, fuck a faker, I wanna get into it

Get intimate

Rolling papers, riding vapors, I'd never be innocent

I'm insolent

I'll start it up just to see where the fuck is the night, get it right

Machinery running the tolls intermittent in life,

I'm on the edge of the knife

I’m just trynna meet my maker

Bitch simmer down, I’m here, I’ll take her

Working in the back, like a real ball breaker

Moving all my money, so they call me trader

Deep in the night, I can move like a raider

I don’t really sleep, I’ve been running for acres

Fucking all my double crossers and my haters

Knife to your neck, when we play. I’m a traitor

Back in the line, I’m the undertaker!

Give me some blood and sweat for my labour!

No more saints, and no crusaders

I only want to hear my shit as a prayer

I’m just trynna meet my maker!

I’m just trynna meet my maker!

I’m just trynna meet my maker -

Give me some blood and sweat for my labour.

Give me some blood and sweat for my labour.

Give me some blood and sweat for my labour.

Give me some blood and sweat for my labour.

I’m just trynna, I’m just trynna, meet my maker.