Meanwhile

Only time will tell
Offer these niggas too much
Time they gone tell only grind by myself
Couple lines of the lean and liter
(And my heater) ain't trying to take a L
Took a loss then I learned
What I bought bitch I earned
Fake rap niggas steady lying to themselves
(Nah)
Couple nights ago my fifth time making bail
Took my FN got my nine in my belt
No GPS help me find myself
Look inside my heart
All the kindness that left eyes all dry
And crying don't help winners won't quit
That’s why I don’t fail yea
And I know all about being fucked up
Won't nobody give you nothing
Call it tough love no joke
It'll break a nigga spirit's when you broke
That the shit that taught me how to hustle

Meanwhile the bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming meanwhile
The bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

My balls and my word that's all I have
I don't trust shit you can fault my past
The money bring temporary friends and hoes
I've been through them all and
It taught my ass
Dirty as the tires and the rental I'm in
All that work and I never clocked in
Can't do nothing but shake my head when I
Think about all of the money I spent
Two percent tint on that black 550
If a nigga come get me
He gone have to die with me
AR15 short enough to ride with me
I'm too rich to catch the bus
But too broke to buy a Bentley
Second thought I could've bought two
Still getting three or four
For a walk through
I lost money, lost friends
Lost love and love ones
No wonder I got lost screws

Meanwhile the bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming meanwhile
The bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming

Blowing smoke in the air
I got P's everywhere
Worrisome ass bitch won't stay out of my ear
Woke feeling like the player of the year
I put the syrup down
Poured a glass of Belvedere
You ever been fucked up (Nigga, hell yeah)
That's why I go so hard on these fuck niggas
Meanwhile I'm looking for a stash
House in Bel Air i'm fucked up in the mental
I don't trust niggas
My childhood was a wild hood
Niggas getting murked in our hood
This life that we living nigga
This shit ain't all good
Four grams of that super
Cookie in my Backwoods
Jewelry box full of gold but I
Use to play them up pull up in the hood and
All the bitches want hugs
If she roll the weed good I'll buy
The bitch a pair of Uggs
Still jump out on the block
With my niggas smoking blunts

Meanwhile the bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming meanwhile
The bills still coming
I ain't got enough money
I can feel it in my stomach
Ain't chilling 'til a nigga get
A million every month you ain't with it
Man, there ain't nothing
I can feel it, yeah, it's coming