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Artiste : Meek Mill
Titre : ROBBIE SON
”These are propaganda campaigns
They´ll pay a thousand people to go online and
Just post negative things about a particular thing

Because they know that that one thing
If it´s discover what it could really do
It´s going to offset their profit system”

Meek Milly
The one with the nappy braids
Papi, ah (Yo Nick Papz make it slap)

Life short but my money long
I go through shit and still act like it ain´t nothing wrong
Know what they on, they get the number to my other phone
I only started rapping, so I could put my brothers on
Grew up in hatred, we was letting thotties love us wrong

Bending trx´s through the trenches til they can´t trail us home
And I´m super rich, give me a s and still can put it on
Nigga´s asking where | been I tell ´em I been puttin on
She begging me to put it on, praying that I put her on
Take her to the jeweler get that patek here put it on
Imma pop my shit that´s automatic and gone put it on
Nigga´s with me banging different gangs for me, they get along
I be on that other shit all this dream chasing got me runnin´ shit
I just left from Ghana I was busing moves up with the government

Flew out with some vibes about to fly me in some other shit
This money came with power and I´m loving it
Man, I be playing dumb, they ain´t really know I was intelligent
Til they seen me turn that Honda Accord to a Cullinan
Audemars in my closet and they skeleton
I had paid 300, but on the street it go for seven cent
Ill never send my homie on a mission I won´t slide on
Never buss no paper with a bitch before I put my guys on
Still a spin a Rolls the same corner nigga´s died on
In a ghost tryna see if nigga´s souls need a ride home

I´m on a whole nother level than these nigga´s
You can not get on my level through these bitches
And I know I´m rich as fuck, but I´ll
Never think I´m better then no nigga
I got heart it´s whatever what these nigga´s
I´m a shark I will swim I will walk, I will pedal to it nigga
Just to make it to St Barts and live life better with my nigga´s (Yeah, just to make it to St. Barts and live life, brrt)
Battle tested, everything I wanted, I manifested
It was dreams I was chasing, running
I had to catch it
It was things that I really wanted, i had to get it
Them OGs know that´s Robbie son, since adolescence
If you stayed down til you came up, hold yo chain up

You ain´t got no chain or no watch, throw yo gang up
???, ain´t no jewelry never made us
I came up went back down , came back round went way up
It ain´t all rapping, I´m talking to Robert Kraft about Lamar Jackson
Love me in my hood I´m freeing nigga´s and got lost past it
Got it out the mud, I can´t even tell you how this all happened
Casino I take ten grand to a million like I´m doing magic
Going savage, Louie Virgil got the soft fabric
Virgil maybach lookin´ like it got some timbs on it
Equity on the backend and the front I want M´s on it

And definitely I´m gone tax em what l want because I been doing it
Been having nigga´s talkin´ crazy on the net can´t even bend passed it
100k in cash just like them cars that make me spin faster
Ain´t no limit on it, Percy miller, I got this shit mastered, I promise
Ridin´ in a tank on my way to the bank
No I don´t judge, I cut ´em off just from the way that he think
County estate, I done it all got me scraping a shank
Richest nigga in the county ain´t no taking my plate
Ain´t no making me wait, I´m going right in
I was on the block when the cops was out there striking us like lightning

Throwing lefts from right straight at this system like I´m Tyson
It´s bitin way we livin´ life this shit is trifling
Lawyers slime me out, said feds comin´ ain´t no fighting
He said you won´t get to be Meek Mill, you get indicted
He don´t know my back get to the wall I got excited
I´m rapping to the sun come up in my cell and I ain´t tired
My celly he was white
He fighting a body he about to go to trial
He hear me rapping he get inspired
They want give ´em life won´t send him back til he expire
He was kinda nervous going to practice with the choir

I told him only god can judge him when he feel the fire
Say he lose his case then he gone turn into Michael Myers
Seen it in my face when I had told him I ain´t lyin´
I´m gone make it out them trenches with them millions, I ain´t dying