I just wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on us niggas, coming back home and still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on instagram with 50 thousand followers
Ain’t got no money in real life
Still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain’t really putting it in but acting like he putting it in
If he can, still letting it fly like it’s cool I wanna know man
sh*t’s getting different out here it’s getting spooky
[Verse 1: Meek Mill (Quentin Miller)]
Now when that sh*t went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans with my chain I get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a pus*y and a fan
Said they run with you we the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain’t write that running through the six sh*t
Tell us who the fu*k Quentin out here running through the six with?
(Running through the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it goes
All the real live forever baby
And the fakes get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did sh*t
When I did that other sh*t I was out here copping benefits
We the type of niggas to tie your mother up
Lock your sister in the ass and hit your brother up
You really sweet, I call you buttercup
You fu*king [?] you come at us because you studied us
Coming with the same flow
Switching up your lingo
We just want a refund this ain’t what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas sh*t, what you claiming king though?
I just wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they true but really faking
People acting like it go
We just, I just wanna know
I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Usher? Was it D-Town where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli that nigga)
Money make a fake ass nigga look real again
Money make a sucker that’s hoe look thrill again
Says a lot about all those people that’s filling in
But I ain’t see all you suck ass niggas look real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain’t get back yet
Let’s keep it short, nigga you ain’t get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chance and now you missed that check
You went from Clearport to Budapest and missed that jet, hold up
(I gotta take them off of here, esse
I gotta take them off of here there’s only one
And that’s me, you understand?
With all that fighting, you understand?
Sucker thinks he good
Sucker thinks he can whoop me
And I know he can’t whoop me and I
Hey boy, look your whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you understand
Let me get mines first
Then after I get mine, y’all can do what you wanna do)
You know you fu*ked up right?
You shoulda just said nothing
Now you’re going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platnium that platinum this
Meanwhile I’m on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don’t ask me sh*t
All this industry fake enemy and rap sh*t
It’s never really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it’s back to sh*t
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bi*ch
Hold up, let that bi*ch breathe
Is this [?] Poppa sh*t?
There’s no cut on you
There’s no cut on you
If your feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that’s an arrogant little [?]
No this is the truth and the truth hurts
Haven’t I paid my dues?
Haven’t I went through the storm?
Didn’t I weather the storm?
Niggas is gone and I’m here
You let TIP homie piss on you in a movie theater, we ain’t forget
Real niggas back in style this sh*t is lit
This that Ja Rule sh*t and 50 cent