Shit ain't been the same since I came through in that hot shit They gon' talk about you 'til you ain't got shit Still gon' talk about you when you got shit (for real) All eyes on Meek, I'm on my Pac shit (on me) Y'all rap niggas on some pop shit I've been ducking paparazzi with a pop bitch Glock 30 in the cockpit Sipping dirty, conversating with the pilot Nigga, you ain't seen it, I've been fucking up arenas I'm with double M, the genius, we the motherfucking meanest And the cleanest in a long time You pussy niggas hating on me picked the wrong time Long line for a limp mink draggin', new bandwagon Blood dripping on me, looking like a nigga stabbed him I be on the money, baking soda in the cabinet Pyrex, tryna whip a Rollie, making magic Laughing at you fuck niggas getting madder If I feel threatened, I'ma go and get a ladder And climb up your chest, nigga, motherfuck your vest, nigga