Meat Lyrics

Intro: *Alarm Sounds*
Damn alarm clock
I hate alarms clocks
Hey babe I gotta get up
Wake him up, take him to school
Ima have that talk wit him
Ima have that talk wit him
Alright, yeah, Heeeeeey
Real shit y'all.

I only got enough money for some hamburger
but I still aint trippin that's the shit I like to eat
but my son he like "Daddy this is all we got to
I'm like son I'm bout to sign big time I'm
downloadin beats
and I'm bout to start writing to em
and if the fans don't buy (f*ck em)
Ima kill em in they sleep
Bring that extra cheese
We gon eat some how
Like Vietnamese (somehow)
Chinese, Japanese
Gettin dirty knees (f*ck!)
Make us a f*ckin sack o G
With the AR
Automatic Uzi Machine
All ya gotta do is wash it off and then put it in
the freeze then we good for another couple o'
weeks (MEAT!)
When you get older like me
You be tuckin the heat
And if not, you
You be stuck in the streets
I wanna say ya mom love you but that's up to
And we gon do what we gotta do and that's get
the meat
Strange Music got my back there hopefully
But if not see there really ain't no hope for me
That mean we goin through the same situations
That mean we gon keep go n do the same shit
you hatin

We gotta find somethin to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin wit the heat
Even if we lie to you
We gon get the meat

I only got enough money for some Top Ramen
My son lookin at me like he dont wanna come
too close
He saw me in the bathroom cryin, it was too
I couldn't even keep a straight face like a 2face
All them mothaf*ckas around me, they was too
I ain't got a album out, now they call me 'Too
Barbeque yesterday; Where da f*ck was I at??
Football Game; Where's my mothaf*ckin Hi at?!
I remember Lizmore Drive, even afta that
Starin at my strange change, thinkin I ain't goin
I got a new life
Ima get a new wife
Ima get a new Nine
I think it was due time
No matter who's wrong or who's right
Life is like shakin em up n rollin two dice, a thin
And my old school homie like "Where you been
Marinatin, Stomach achin, shit ain't been right

Chorus extended
(Hey Kev wake up x2)

Lil Kevin wake up its school time, getcha clothes
Don't nobody 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
You can't be like me cause I'm a f*ck up
And if we both f*ckin up
You gon be just like me
It's gon be a tight squeeze
We can get through this
You my lil nigga
So nigga we gon do dis (shit)
I can count it on one hand
Old as I am
I can still count it on one hand
We both Kevin Mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubba band
I got anotha plan
I got a million of em
Ima still come wit em
Ima still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin
And then I'm done wit it
Ima wash my hands
Im hella broke but I don't dance

Alright son
what time you get outta school?
what? 2:30
Alright, you meet me down the street
Where we usually meet at..
Im, I'm goin to get someone
You just getcha f*ckin ass in that f*ckin class
Alright, love you.

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Songwriter(s): brandon elston, first degree the d.e., g-macc, kevin mann
Record Label(s): 2010 Strange Music
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