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Yeah, Uh Yeah, Aye When you the one that's being strong Sometimes it's no one vent to Bout all the s*** you seen And all of the shit you been through You gotta keep going my n**** don't let it bend you Back against the wall but dawg you must continue Somewhere conducting business Baby I'm not at the venue The mil (Meal) that I want aint on that menu If I don't f*** with you Aint no way I'm gon pretend to I can sense you waiting To bite the hand that I extend you Cuz n***** will, bite the hand that feed em When they can't defeat em One lie will tarnish the truth So I can't believe em And even if I love you death, gotta plan for evil And even with your faith in the Lord understand the reaper I been knowing s*** could get cold So I keep the heater This s*** like thermometer so don't run a fever In the field like a receiver I'm still running plays I can't be concerned with what they do in the bleachers, for real Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real) I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue Uh, If they cross you cut em off It's nothing to get some more friends They threw dirt on my name And I needed that soil to grow in Left me there to drown When I gave em the boat to row in That s*** will have you wiggin out, no beautician or sew-ins Studio with streets lights in it, it's time go in Dominoes with the delivery, just bring the dough in Tryna a make mil (Meal) off a recipe that I wrote I only came back to separate the sheep from the goats Continuous growth Recite the s*** I write under oath I'm not here to boast Reach for the bread get turnt into toast Business brunches with mimosas Cheers lets make a toast And now the h*** that said we was gross Want to know what we gross Aint nothing change, the ones with the least Will still do the most Don't f*** with us Cuz nicotine patches can't stop the smoke, for real Tryna turn a quarter mil to a half a mil Eatin off the nuggets that I drop thats a happy mil (Meal) Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real) I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you I'm hoping that if you don't f*** with me, you won't pretend to I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue