The Kulture - LIKE MEEK Lyrics

You can't let nobody tell you what you can't be or what position you want to be in or what position you in
Cause, shit, we come from nothing. If that's the case, we wouldn't even be here
If I believed them back then, my teachers would tell me, you're a loser
Get out of my class, you're gonna be dead by 21

It was like that, it was rough. Teachers talking to you nasty
You don't believe in believing, you don't see nobody making it
But I still believe I can make it through
(The world is yours)

Y'all listen to anybody. Where we come from, if you're not locked up and dead, you winning
I used to pray for times like this, I feel like Meek
On my ma, f*ck that bitch I feel like Ross
Paid the cost to be the boss
Learned the game with every loss

Now I'm charging for the sauce. When you get it out the mud, hit even harder when you floss
F*ck a bitch, I ran that bag up. They had to run they mouth
Turn up bad when that bag hit. No matter the amount
But you can't fall for pretty things, everything ain't what it seem

Before I tell your ass a lie, I won't tell you a thing
Know this shit is not a game, bae, I'm no PSP
Running racks up, taking risks, these niggas envy me
Damn, what happened to his motion? Must've been PPP

F*ck a nigga and his handout, I don't need a thing
I gave these niggas my soul, the air I breathe
I ain't tripping when they go, cause I know they leave
I was down, ain't help your mans out, you watch me bleed

I ain't tripping, bring these bands out, Palm Angels sleeve
Shawty like the way I put it on, no they not one of me
Ballin just like Jordan, purple pouring, I sip twos and threes
Through the night into the morning, I need more, no I can't catch no Zs

Out here chasing dreams, I need a milli, I feel like Meek
I used to pray for times like this, I feel like Meek
On my ma, f*ck that bitch I feel like Ross
Paid the cost to be the boss, learned the game with every loss
Now I'm charging for the sauce, when you get it out the mud, hit even harder when you floss