Risk It All, Pt.2

Meech
 How it feels, man, nobody got my back, for real
 I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no fucking
 I'm out jugging, I ain't thinking 'bout no fucking deal
 Look down and I pour up, for real
 I just wanna stack some bills (Franchise shit)
 (Michigan Meech)
 Yeah
 I'm done with my bitches, man, I swear they all dumped (Yeah)
 I need a new roster from the bottom on up
 I think I'm 'bout to spend a hundred on a Benz truck
 Right now, I'm in Amiris with my FN tucked
 New flavours in the air, I can't wait 'til they touch
 I'm rich as hell, lil' bitch, I don't really care to fuck
 No-whip-ass nigga, but he went and got some buffs
 It sounds like the Hell-cat, but the motor in the trunk
 Wrap him up like a hog then throw him in the trunk
 My nigga in the feds now, sleeping on the top bunk
 Why you lying to your bitch? You know you the top punk
 We got automatic shit, it be three shots at once
 Yeah, BLM cool, but let a nigga play dumb
 You can be black, white, or blue, I bet you still get slumped
 Yeah, we got a hundred guns, but you will still get jumped
 Got a fridge full of pints and I can't sell one
 (Fa-fa-fa) We be aimin' at the head
 You can't even roll over in that lil' ass bed
 Real dog shit stacked, lil' boy, money spread
 I'm only here for the head, your legs ain't gotta spread
 The 5.7 bullets came and hit him just like Edge
 I can go in the safe like, "Who ain't got red?"
 I was in middle school, gun right in my bag
 Chrome 25 with tape, it would have got on your ass
 I eat gourmet meals, I'm a king and a boss
 Niggas don't serve shit, all them dope stories talk
 We can put a nigga on or we can knock a nigga off
 If I feel like it's worth it, then your life is the cost
 Niggas talk like hoes, they be thinking that it's cool
 They'll kill your girl and you mama if you touch Baby Smoove
 This exotic, so strong, I'm the highest in the room
 I got unlimited drank, I could drink a raw deuce
 Shit, my neighbours engineers and some doctors too
 They don't know what I be on, shit, we got doctors too
 I was really in the field, it ain't hard to get proof
 You a lame ass nigga, so it's hard to get juice
 Lil' nigga, your apartment ain't the size of my garage
 We got all type of guns, nigga, just for homicides
 Man, you niggas pushing thirty and y'all still need a ride
 Know I'm really twenty-three with a four car garage
 Get a nigga stood over to make sure he ain't alive
 Still remember when she left out, the day my sister died
 My mama said she was sleep, so I thought she would arrive
 But I knew it wasn't right off the that way she cried
 They gon' send it to my phone before it's out at Revive
 Man, these niggas out here, they just cap all the time
 I got like thirty shots that's gon' come out my nine
 Boy, what you gon' do when they come at you flyin'?
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 Mmm, Franchise shit
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 (Michigan Meech)