Outro Lyrics

Uh

Swear this beat, it got me feeling like I'm Meek Mill

Only one thing left to eat, and thats a weeks meal

Cant put it on the plate, if its a weak meal

But when I say we hungry, we eat still

Sipping on sum Bub' this that real spill

Walking around the club, I let my drink spill

Need to get real, need to get real

Yeah

Fuck that Meek Mill, said I swear I'm on that Drake shit

Too busy checking on me, like what's holding up my waist, bitch

You should worry more about what its in it, less outside it

Swear to god, you all just victims to the timing

Further proves how y'all ain't on my timing

Said that you could ride it, but you cant even get beside it

Its okay I'm beside it

Ain't running around for your shit no more, I'm no longer behind it

I got me the front, and I'm gon be the tyrant nigga, shit

Cuz' this is war that we fighting

Its gettin more and more violent

More people dying, more people crying

Its only praises to gods and the highest

So many ways we could set out the fires

But me and my crew, we the ones always lighting them

Ones with the riots

And bet we gon' slide on them

We ain't gon stop

Not when the wheels falling off

Not when they cut off my socks, no

Cant let up my walk

Let up my walk

I can't let up my walk

Let up my walk

I cant let up my walk

Uh

Swear this beat, it got me feeling like I'm Meek Mill

One thing left to eat, and thats a weeks meal

But I cant put it on the plate, put it on the plate

But we eat still

Fuck it, this that real spill

In the club, I let my drink spill

Need to get real, need to get real