B.Well - Mealticket Lyrics

I don't like to stress em
And I don't like political questions
Cuz nowadays it's like we're
More concerned with Nike
Than priest confessions
Religion ain't been saving lately
How you judging but you still sinning daily
Went from the dorm headline last
So you expect me to look up at this world like it aint mine
Can have it all if I play it correct
Skipping steps leave you bay less
Im mini famous, people f*ck with me now
You Should, come and see it I be owning the crowd
And I'm confused by the mindset of thinking average
Ain't done nothing but conversating as if you have it
Be in nest hit my coffee with baileys
Rip to my granny I be missing her daily
And I'm the craft with it, I don't drink no shandy
I see you Santana, I'm more randy
At the podium defending my people
450 some years and we still ain't equal
F*ck is we doing, done got stuck up on the hatred
Complicated things now it's back to the basics
Maybe we can cut out the bullshit and face it
Money turn to greed then we all be looking jadded
Call the police, I doubt it, we bout to test if you bout it
See you steady dick riding and that ego clouded
Ya lady smiled at a brother now you over there poutin'
At The young gunner in a 4Runner
All they attempts factious im the road runner
They some scary ass boys 3rd Down punters
I got real cash money like I know stunna
I don't want a loan, I don't need no favor
Nothing was the same on my worst behavior
Catering to nothing but my dreams
Deadstock never worn too clean
Fresh up out ya lady box
But Let me stop, don't nobody want that thot
Blood clot like I'm rolling with some wyclefs
Show up a kill my brothers don't want no mic check
Eyes lows prolly just in my zone
I done, Put in the work so my confidence grown
Hardly ever leave the home only when have to
Forever written in the city like a tattoo
Jiggy fast negativity be taboo
And My condolences are past due
But f*ck it I never sweat it
Ain't gotta star need some credit
Aint gotta feel it, remember I done said it
I go get it everyday, and that's exactly where im headed
They hurting dont call the medics, did it to themselves
Tell them suckas oh well, see you in my next life, only tell gon' tell
Cuz im the, Meal ticket and the bums tryna grab at me
Put in the work now I think they mad at me
Cuz we came from the same place
But im doin way bigger things f*cked around then my name changed
Fundamentals of the social practice
Either a real one, poser f*ck boy or actress
Living like they owe me one
Young Jedi, obi won
Young gun be the chosen son
And I aint slowing none
Going in made a living off of having fun
So who gon tell me some
Nobody, on my Keith sweat
Need a kingdom and building one
So who bout it