They mad about Meekz, I got the popular syndrome
Is it just me? Who can hear this Nokia ringtone?
I been in the studio the whole day
Thinkin’ ’bout some shit that I just won’t say
Ask me when new music’s out, don’t ask me if I’m okay
That’s not okay
But I’ll be okay
How dare you say I’m not on the ends
While I’m runnin’ through Ms like boxes of leng
I swear the plan’s to make it in the end
Really in the field, not on the bench
Copper gets sent, and I’m hoppin’ the fence
Choppin’ a penny if I’m droppin’ a pence
But picture me hittin’ shots till the end
Deezy diamond when I’m droppin’ my gems
Hop out the booth, then I hop in the Benz
Remember days I was wanted, I even stayed at Ozzie’s
In a shed where I weighed my ozzes
I cop weight, then shot it
I watch it go and restock it, invest the weed profit
Them days the hottest, I need a stash for boxes
Now I got cash for trolleys
I ain’t even see what stamp was on it
It disappeared like Casper’s on it
I’m tryna run it up as fast as Sonic
Pass the chronic, I seen things that’ll make you vomit
First time I bought a newspaper was ’cause my face was on it
My name’s the topic, I hate the gossip
I get flake and wash it
The B’s runnin’ like treacle, I play wid toffees
Sweets for machines and my favourite lollies
I came for cake, you can take the knowledge
I seen rich niggas plottin’, even they was robbin’
Only come around cah my name is poppin’
I’m a major problem
I got the majors watchin’
But I need five milly if I take the option
Then I ain’t forgot it, I’m staying TRU if I made a promise
Cut ties if I’m ever dishonest
I was 15 cuttin’ through in big bodies
And I don’t know about school, ‘course I skipped college
They mad about Meekz, I got the popular syndrome
Is it just me? Who can hear the Nokia ringtone?
Ayo, they mad about Meekz, I got the popular syndrome
Is it just me? Who can hear this Nokia ringtone?
I spend the change, collect the pink notes
If I’m sippin’ champagne, it’s probably pink rose
I’m sippin’ rosé
I’ve been in the studio the whole day
Thinkin’ ’bout some shit that I just won’t say
Ask me when new music’s out, don’t ask me if I’m okay
That’s not okay
But I’ll be okay
I stay OJ
I hope the gloves don’t fit me on the day like OJ
Flashbacks of when I stayed at Nat’s, I used to
Break my back just to break a pack
I played with traps, I had my paper stacked
Before I made a track
But these my favourite tracks
I’m rippin’ arms off my T-shirt to make a mask
Face the facts
On my face, was flat
Now I’m lookin’ at the place I’m at
Dog-eat-dog world, I’ll take ya cats
They mad about Meekz, I got the popular syndrome
Is it just me? Who can hear this Nokia ringtone?
I’ve been in the studio the whole day
Thinkin’ ’bout some shit that I just won’t say
Ask me when new music’s out, don’t ask me if I’m okay
That’s not okay
But I’ll be okay
Ayo, they mad about Meekz, I got the popular syndrome
Is it just me? Who can hear this Nokia ringtone?
I spend the change, collect the pink notes
If I’m sippin’ champagne, it’s probably pink rose
I’m sippin’ rosé
I’ve been in the studio the whole day
Thinkin’ ’bout some shit that I just won’t say
Ask me when new music’s out, don’t ask me if I’m okay
That’s not okay
But I’ll be okay
