Meanwhile (feat. Don Trip & Young Dolph)

Only time will tell

Cain and Abel voice

I got that tatted on me

Only time will tell

Offer these **** too much time, they gon' tell

On the grind by myself

Couple lines of the lean and the liter and my heater

Ain't tryna take a L

Took a loss, then I learned what I bought, bitch, I earned

Fake rap **** steady lying to themselves

Couple nights ago, my fifth time making bail

Took my F.N., got my nine on my belt

No G.P.S. help me find myself

Look inside my heart, all the kindness that left

Eyes all dry, ****, crying don't help

Winners don't quit, that's why I won't fail

Yeah, and I know all about being fucked up

Won't nobody get nothing, call it tough love

No joke, it'll break a ****'s spirits when you broke

That's the shit that taught me how to hustle

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

You ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

If you ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

My balls and my word, that's all I have

Now I don't trust shit, you can fault my past

The money bring temporary friends and hoes

I been through the mud and it taught my ass

Dirty as the tires of the rental I'm in

All that work and I never clocked in

Can't do nothing but shake my head

When I think about all of the money I spent

Ten percent tint on that black five-fifty

If a **** come get me, he gon' have to die with me

AR 1-5, short enough to ride with me

I'm too rich to catch the bus, but too broke to buy a Bentley

Second thought, I could've bought two

Still getting three or four 'fore I walkthrough

I lost money, lost friends, lost love and loved ones

No wonder why I got lost screws

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

If you ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

If you ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

I'm blowing smoke in the air, I got P's everywhere

Worrisome ass bitch just won't stay out of my ear

I woke up feeling like the player of the year

I put the syrup down and poured a glass of Belvedere

You ever been fucked up?

****, hell yeah

That why I go so hard on these fuck ****

Meanwhile, I'm looking for a stash house in Bel Air

I'm fucked up in the mental, I don't trust ****

My childhood was a wild hood

**** getting murked in our hood

This life that we living, ****, shit ain't all good

Four grams of that super cookie in my Backwood's

Jewelry box full of gold, but I used to play 'em all

Pull up, pull up in the hood and now the bitches want hugs

If she roll the weed good, I'll buy the bitch a pair of Uggs

Still jump out on the block with my **** smoking blunts

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

You ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

Meanwhile, the bills still coming

I ain't got enough money, I can feel it in my stomach

I ain't chilling till a **** get a million every month

You ain't with it, man, there's nothing

I can feel it, yeah, it's coming