A n**** like me man
I love the game
I love the hustle
(That's Okpetre)
I be feeling like one of them ball playing n***** You know like Bird or Magic or something
Yeah you know a n**** got dough
Ok Petre
You got TRUey V
Turnt up to the meter
I lost Weezy Wee
It turnt me to a demon
I spent 5 racks up in Neimas
I ain't need it
Flew my favorite eater in, for a day
Just to eat it up
Naw I'm lying i'm like M.J
So u know I had to beat it, I'm conceited
N***** finally got some get back
Now they feeling undefeated
(A)ll (d)ay (I) (d)ream (a)bout (s)pinning
U can't walk a mile in my (Adidas)
Catch you with the migos, goofy Marg
Turn you to a margarita or Lime-A-Rita
Soon my Llama meet ya, mamacita
Now yo mama tryna reach the preacher
It's crazy standing over s***
When you on a hit
Only thing yall got common
Yall both know it's over with, i'm over it
S*** ain't fun
When the rabbit got the gun,
I'm Wanda son
So you know I stand on business got my DUNS
And Bradstreet
Making n***** run like track meets
Shooters in the backseat
They could've been athletes
This deeper than rap Beef
N***** check my rap sheet
B**** I really clap heat
That melt ya a**
Belt to a**
Even if he with his kids
Nigga still ain't getting no pass
I was just a kid to
N**** when I lost my dad
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
I hear Weezy crazy a**
Saying moer Kill em
Moer you better get em
You better shut up
In Lil (Whoa) voice
N**** that's my twin
We the seven six (whoa) boys
(HaHa)
LBR that's our triplet
He'll pull up get to hitting
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Had to carry that casket
I was next to Rick Tick
What I spent on my neck
Could've bought a couple bricks
Or some books of that D
Diamonds dancing
I can tell by how you looking at me
Wanna book me pay the fee
I got it made, f*ck themade
& I say that blatantly
I used to live alone in my home
Now the Drake stay with me
I'm really Him don't play with me
It's either me or them
And that's okay with me
Ok Pete
I yellow taped the beat
Say they gotta date for T
I'm waiting patiently
Contumaciously
In all black racially, tenaciously
Love the game like Mitch
Had the same conversation that he had with Ace you see
Weezy talking...
You serious I'm not even finna
I'm not finna pull
I'm not finna be doing all this I ain't got no license dude
I'm already coming out this tunnel where are you exactly at
Ahhhhhhhhh
There go Weezy crazy a** again
Saying Moer did you kill em
Moer did you get em
Why you think I called brody phone
Before he got me gone, I want em gone
F*** you on, what's taking you so long
Shoot that n**** in the dome
Send em home, you here me Mo
& I ain't talking bout a stone, I'm black gang
But I'm known for packing chrome
I was lacking dat day, but my name gon live on
On SB, that's why OG put the lips on my tombstone n****
You know a n**** could leave the league
But if I leave the fans gon still love me
I get love out here in Harlem man
That's okpetre
Tru Meanin' - TRUey Vuitton Lyrics
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English
A n**** like me man
I love the game
I love the hustle
(That's Okpetre)
I be feeling like one of them ball playing n***** You know like Bird or Magic or something
Yeah you know a n**** got dough
Ok Petre
You got TRUey V
Turnt up to the meter
I lost Weezy Wee
It turnt me to a demon
I spent 5 racks up in Neimas
I ain't need it
Flew my favorite eater in, for a day
Just to eat it up
Naw I'm lying i'm like M.J
So u know I had to beat it, I'm conceited
N***** finally got some get back
Now they feeling undefeated
(A)ll (d)ay (I) (d)ream (a)bout (s)pinning
U can't walk a mile in my (Adidas)
Catch you with the migos, goofy Marg
Turn you to a margarita or Lime-A-Rita
Soon my Llama meet ya, mamacita
Now yo mama tryna reach the preacher
It's crazy standing over s***
When you on a hit
Only thing yall got common
Yall both know it's over with, i'm over it
S*** ain't fun
When the rabbit got the gun,
I'm Wanda son
So you know I stand on business got my DUNS
And Bradstreet
Making n***** run like track meets
Shooters in the backseat
They could've been athletes
This deeper than rap Beef
N***** check my rap sheet
B**** I really clap heat
That melt ya a**
Belt to a**
Even if he with his kids
Nigga still ain't getting no pass
I was just a kid to
N**** when I lost my dad
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
I hear Weezy crazy a**
Saying moer Kill em
Moer you better get em
You better shut up
In Lil (Whoa) voice
N**** that's my twin
We the seven six (whoa) boys
(HaHa)
LBR that's our triplet
He'll pull up get to hitting
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Had to carry that casket
I was next to Rick Tick
What I spent on my neck
Could've bought a couple bricks
Or some books of that D
Diamonds dancing
I can tell by how you looking at me
Wanna book me pay the fee
I got it made, f*ck themade
& I say that blatantly
I used to live alone in my home
Now the Drake stay with me
I'm really Him don't play with me
It's either me or them
And that's okay with me
Ok Pete
I yellow taped the beat
Say they gotta date for T
I'm waiting patiently
Contumaciously
In all black racially, tenaciously
Love the game like Mitch
Had the same conversation that he had with Ace you see
Weezy talking...
You serious I'm not even finna
I'm not finna pull
I'm not finna be doing all this I ain't got no license dude
I'm already coming out this tunnel where are you exactly at
Ahhhhhhhhh
There go Weezy crazy a** again
Saying Moer did you kill em
Moer did you get em
Why you think I called brody phone
Before he got me gone, I want em gone
F*** you on, what's taking you so long
Shoot that n**** in the dome
Send em home, you here me Mo
& I ain't talking bout a stone, I'm black gang
But I'm known for packing chrome
I was lacking dat day, but my name gon live on
On SB, that's why OG put the lips on my tombstone n****
You know a n**** could leave the league
But if I leave the fans gon still love me
I get love out here in Harlem man
That's okpetre
I love the game
I love the hustle
(That's Okpetre)
I be feeling like one of them ball playing n***** You know like Bird or Magic or something
Yeah you know a n**** got dough
Ok Petre
You got TRUey V
Turnt up to the meter
I lost Weezy Wee
It turnt me to a demon
I spent 5 racks up in Neimas
I ain't need it
Flew my favorite eater in, for a day
Just to eat it up
Naw I'm lying i'm like M.J
So u know I had to beat it, I'm conceited
N***** finally got some get back
Now they feeling undefeated
(A)ll (d)ay (I) (d)ream (a)bout (s)pinning
U can't walk a mile in my (Adidas)
Catch you with the migos, goofy Marg
Turn you to a margarita or Lime-A-Rita
Soon my Llama meet ya, mamacita
Now yo mama tryna reach the preacher
It's crazy standing over s***
When you on a hit
Only thing yall got common
Yall both know it's over with, i'm over it
S*** ain't fun
When the rabbit got the gun,
I'm Wanda son
So you know I stand on business got my DUNS
And Bradstreet
Making n***** run like track meets
Shooters in the backseat
They could've been athletes
This deeper than rap Beef
N***** check my rap sheet
B**** I really clap heat
That melt ya a**
Belt to a**
Even if he with his kids
Nigga still ain't getting no pass
I was just a kid to
N**** when I lost my dad
Ahhhhhhhhhhh
I hear Weezy crazy a**
Saying moer Kill em
Moer you better get em
You better shut up
In Lil (Whoa) voice
N**** that's my twin
We the seven six (whoa) boys
(HaHa)
LBR that's our triplet
He'll pull up get to hitting
Pull up with a stick, let it hit
Had to carry that casket
I was next to Rick Tick
What I spent on my neck
Could've bought a couple bricks
Or some books of that D
Diamonds dancing
I can tell by how you looking at me
Wanna book me pay the fee
I got it made, f*ck themade
& I say that blatantly
I used to live alone in my home
Now the Drake stay with me
I'm really Him don't play with me
It's either me or them
And that's okay with me
Ok Pete
I yellow taped the beat
Say they gotta date for T
I'm waiting patiently
Contumaciously
In all black racially, tenaciously
Love the game like Mitch
Had the same conversation that he had with Ace you see
Weezy talking...
You serious I'm not even finna
I'm not finna pull
I'm not finna be doing all this I ain't got no license dude
I'm already coming out this tunnel where are you exactly at
Ahhhhhhhhh
There go Weezy crazy a** again
Saying Moer did you kill em
Moer did you get em
Why you think I called brody phone
Before he got me gone, I want em gone
F*** you on, what's taking you so long
Shoot that n**** in the dome
Send em home, you here me Mo
& I ain't talking bout a stone, I'm black gang
But I'm known for packing chrome
I was lacking dat day, but my name gon live on
On SB, that's why OG put the lips on my tombstone n****
You know a n**** could leave the league
But if I leave the fans gon still love me
I get love out here in Harlem man
That's okpetre
Writer: Troy Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Vydia, Inc.