MEECH

John Got It

FOREVEROLLING

Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie and Magic

Slime, don't climb, ****, we slide and snake our way up the latter

Early mornin', I whip batter platters, ain't Aunt Jemima

Get my drop, cooked, gotta mop up, clean the extras, it matter

Police can't stop us, we make blocks look like they natural disasters

Stick wit' a drum like I'm trappin', this shit came natural, no practice

You gotta extract the gunpowder, I learned bleach baths from my daddy

Burn my clothes in the ashes, I understand all them taxes

That expense, you don't get it

Told him too much is business

The streets so tricky, I know **** brothers doin' 'em for fifty

Whip them **** like Penny, brought trophies back to the city

Free Big Basie, we was bendin', windows tinted with blickies

I got yo' mama and sisters, value all honor, commitments

I'm fresh, team all realist, most y'all ain't honorable mentions

Separated from friction, friction the reason I'm glistenin'

You know that pressure makes shine, especially treacherous environments

Hit the gas, Cat whinin', pipe screamin' and hollerin'

It's the life of your heiness, warrants all that I'm dogin'

I like bumpin' and grindin', in the yollie behind me

You can't be loafin' and drivin', you must be textin', no fine

Was stuck at the light, it cost his life, pull on side of the car

Soon as we buss rounds, watch you jump 'round like a flea in a jar

Don't be all posted, I walk close, look like I'm Steven Segal

Y'all ain't got motion, yo' emotions say believe what she talk

I don't trust a hoe, barely my bro ever since I seen what I saw

Better me get paid while it's today, you might be leavin' tomorrow

I send a package, better catch it even if Reaves was it's guard

And me bein' active, cost me badly, took a piece of my heart

But I'd much rather live with status than the casualty ward

I eat my beef cooked up raw, tell bro, "Find a fork"

Carnivore, 5 star, I'ma eat or get sick

My money green as the Grinch, green as this beam on my blick

While the boy reservoir filled with drip to the tip

Pure crystal, clear shit, come quench your thirst with a sip

Rather have a real bitch than one with booty and tits

But don't get it twisted, I'll still knockin' 'em like a ten dollar grip