Izzy-Meeks - The Relapse

Yeah
Meeks
Uh Uh
Chase this bank cross the Citi
Sipping a fifth
Third in the swisher you hear me
I'm just tryna BMO
Bank on me to fail I'ma Wintrust
See more fetti then a trap queen Jesus
Fat boy in a beemer check the kicks they quite clean you grievous
Tryna be us
When you lucky to see us
Mommy driving blasting the reasons
Bout to cop me a fit and take some pictures at Sears
I can here all the jeers
Coming out of my peers
Cause the logos on my clothes wasn't what they appeared huh
Hakuna matata wouldn't carry til my chin got furry
Childhood burdened with worries
Thoughts on my chest can't express so I gotta burry
Don't come near me or get a visit from the tooth fairy
Money under my pillow I just moved a half of pillow of that
Sandman now I'm rubber band man
Buying big jerseys from grand stand
I can't help but ball out bitch ima sportsman
I been a man
Young veteran
Cooking work in the pot whip it up like it's zatarains
It's hard trust a soul
When the streets made my heart turn cold
These niggaz hoes and the bitches is bold
How can I be controlled
With a neck and a wrist full of gold
Pocket of dollars thats too thick to be fold
Raps my lovin' and I don't let go
I'm En Vogue
Jay's on Ralph Polo
Nine tucked low
Twenty one shells on load
Who want smoke
Grill wrong you get smoked
Tread lightly like you on hot coals
They going hard nigga im on coast
I been broke i'll never sell my soul

Written by:
Isadore Meeks

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