Meechie - MDC (feat. Ron T.)

Ok, Ok
Ok, Ok, yeah
I'm the type of guy to just vibe out, and I been doing this for so long they know what I'm Bout
I don't need a timeout, put me in a box I climb out
Me and Ron too cold and they about to see what we rhyme bout
If it's smoke, then we around it
We at the show, getting it crowded
I got homies who might blow and they won't ever talk about it
Say you my bro, really I doubt it
Try to come close, we can't allow it
Bro keep a pole, can't leave without it
Blowing the o's, mind getting cloudy (Yeah)
Getting the bag been making investments, after rap that's all that I'm left with
Playing with these stocks like Tetris
It pay for the bottles and sections, and they know that it's me when I step in
Some think I should stop rap well I tried and really could not find the exit (Nah)
Hold up I need a break, showing all love trying to feed my bank
Had a lot of things on my plate, feel like a kid how I need the cake
I don't feel the need to say, nothing about my plans or ways
I just made 30 like Steph now I think I see the bay, yeah
Sometimes this shit feels easy
These diamonds dancing on my wrist they look so crisp not breezy
But back to the bottom, that is a place you will not see me
I'll always be showing love and giving back I'm not greedy (Nah)
Just cause you like how I move don't try to be me
Cause I swear it's not easy, I'm working nights when you were sleeping
Even if I didn't have a reason there's a bigger goal that I'm seeking
One day I'm going to wake up and realize I'm living the shit I was dreaming, let's go
Yeah, Million Dollar Conversations if you are not with the same, then you could get up Out my face and okay, okay
There's a big bag that I'm chasing, but we only getting older so why the fuck are we Waiting okay, okay
Million Dollar Conversations if you are not with the same, then you could get up out my Face and okay, okay
There's a big bag that I'm chasing, but I'm only getting older so why, would I be waiting Okay, okay
Ok, Ok
Huh, Okay Okay
Yeah, Okay Okay Ok, Ok (Look)
My nigga I cannot pretend, I keep it a hundred and ten
But more like a hundred and two, a nigga so hot, I think I done caught me the flu
Think that I'm running a fever, ya'll claim that ya'll running the game but, my nigga Nobody believes you
I roam on the beat like I'm Caesar, Julius
She fuck with Ron cause she thinking how cool he is, nigga I'm too legit
Fuck with me you could get put in the ground in a minute, my dog keep a strap with a Mag that's extended
Put end to your gimmick that's all it's going to be
Meanwhile I be pulling up on my lil bitch cause that pussy calling on me
Pockets on green, walk in her crib and she bumping that "Live From My Mind" on repeat
She love how I rap and the way that I speak, she sing all the lyrics way better than me
And always be asking me when she going to be on a song with me
Tell her I don't really know but I know that forever you'll be by the side of me
You my twin baby you my Siamese
Heaven sent body like some pottery
When I'm with you it be so official got me feeling like I hit the lottery
Jackpot you my crack rock I can't get enough of you, honestly
Million Dollar Conversations that be taking place when we be talking
Keep me on my feet and never ever off them
Long as I can breathe, I won't never stop I got to keep on going until I rest in coffin
No excuses got to get my shit regardless, fuck a obstacle, fuck impossible
Got to win that shit there ain't optional
I'm a king can't relate to pawns, ya'll can take the bronze and the silver too
Lemme show you niggas what I'm here to do
Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay
Okay, yeah
Let's go, yeah

Written by:
Dimitri Antonopoulos, Ron Tejeda

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