What It Is

[Verse]
I'm the kid your mama told you don't play with
I'm the same kid that everybody hated
But I made, it's outrageous, I was flamers
Before I was famous, deadly and dangerous
Young thugs wanna step in my trainers
Ain't no regular statement, I be destined for greatness
Road's not for everyone, black leathers on
Tryna leave your head on the pavement
All I need is a crib with a basement
Every three months it's giving me flavours but I got no patience
Don't shit where you live so I might try robbing my neighbours
Bag full of notes, pack for the motes, used to sit in my
Never mind, now I'm flipping the pages
I ain't hit a mission in ages
No excuses like I'm running with Eamon
In the studio, late night, my kinda training
Can't fuck with me and fuck with the pagans
Loose lips had me stuck in the station
Astaghfirullah, I ain't fucking with bacon
Top chef, don't make me get blood on my apron
Crazy how life changes, now my life's amazing
Swap my energy for currency, that's what I call trading
They think I been vacant, I ain't got time for vacation
Since I got the PS5, I ain't played PlayStation
I been gaining, maintaining, earning and learning
Steady swerving the vermin
I cop a crib in her name before I give her a Birkin
Drive Paris in the German, shop Italian in France
I ain't even checked the balance in the bank
I just made another mill, I'll be real, think I gotta find another bank
They in love with the gang, nuttin but champs in the camp
I been fresh way before I came fresh out the tank
I feel to run up in - and dun their dance, I gave - a chance
Forget my jeans, don't make me get blood on my hands
I made a couple mill from a deal so what's a couple hundred grand?
But it ain't about the money, I had love for your mans
Can't slow me down or fuck with the plans
I ain't wanna drop, was waiting for the videos to land
Game in my hand, I stay in command
Now I don't trust a soul, I feel so prang
Me against the world, I feel like Pac
Probably shoulda did that track with Strandz

[Chorus]
I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean
I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks
I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees
Rest in peace the real, free my G's
Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz
I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece
I don't know about vegan, give me the beef
I feel like Big Mike, this is what I mean
I feel like Giggs, zero tolerance for neeks
I feel like MIST, too many RIP's and frees
Rest in peace the real, free my G's
Bleed the streets, they believe in Meekz
I don't mean to preach, I thought I needed peace but I need a piece
I don't know about vegan, give me the beef