Nate Fresco - Meal Ticket Lyrics

Look
All my chips in the middle
Running up my lives here playing with these rhythms
Flesh wounds from the game feeling like a prison
Imma call you green f*cking with a euphemism
Politicking with my niggas, it's recommended
That I'm sticking to the code - never cared about my image
Or the Lizzy's, with the women in different linen
When I'm married to the money bring it back to the beginning
Like some Concord Blue 11's
Had to get it from the mud - a nigga took a second
Bars semi-automatic till you get the message
Call my blueprint Rich for Serena leverage
Top woe shit
I was in the dizzy with my whoadies popping potions
Then dropping every four years De La Ocean
I couldn't show emotion
The music not the same
Niggas coming like Hasheem cos they lacking range
In my Coupe, never been the one to switch lanes
So I can make it to the screen, call me Eddie Kane
I'll be there and back in a minute
Cooking up in my head till I make it to seven figures
Dedication to niggas who got the purest intentions
Kill the scene then hide it cos you the villain
Maybe I need a break, I'm making some ill decisions
Back is against the wall, we balling up at attention
Ten hut - on a weight shift
I write poems, never basic
And all these other niggas couldn't tie my shoelaces
Skin Gucci but the in-between ASICS
So you be playing checkers while the kid is playing chess for the cream
Spacing out the floor so they calling double-teams
Wouldn't give a single motherf*ck about a stream
I'm on a mission to heal niggas
I just play the cards I would deal nigga
And we coming back with a Meal Ticket