Meat

Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks*

Hey babe I gotta get up

Real shit ya'll

[Verse 1:]

I only got enough money for some hamburger meat

But I still ain't trippin that's the shit I like to eat

But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat

I'm like son I'm about to sing big time

I'm downloadin' beats and I'm a start writin' to em

And if the fans don't buy em I'm a kill them in they sleep

Bring the extra cheese

We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese

Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's

With the a-r automatic uzi machine

All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze

And then we good for another couple of weeks

When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat

And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street

I wanna say ya mom love you, but that's up to she

But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the meat

Strange music got my back they hopefully

But if not they really ain't no hope for me

That means you goin' through the same situation

That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'

[Chorus:]

Meat, we gotta find something to eat

Even if we gotta go do it on the street

Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat

Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)

[Verse 2:]

I only got enough money for top ramen noodles

My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close

He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late

I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face

All the mother fucka's around me they was to fake

I ain't got an album out now they call me to late

Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?

A football game where's my mother fuckin' hi at?

I remember lizz moore drive even after that

Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back

I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife,

I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time

No matter who's wrong or who right

Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice

Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice

Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right

[Chorus]

[Background Vocals:]

Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat

Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat [Fades Out:]

Yo kev wake up

[Verse 3:]

Lil Kevin wake up it's school time, get ya clothes on

Don't no body love you like me

We in the O zone, twilight zone

All we got to eat today is bullshit

Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips

You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up,

And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me

It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this

You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this

Shit, I can count it on one hand

Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand

We both Kevin mann

We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band

I got another plan, I got a million of em

I'm a still come with em, I'm still run with em

We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it

That's it, I'm a whipe my hands

I'm hella broke but I don't dance

[Chorus]