Piece of the Pie (feat. Jaywop & Morrie Midas)

Meech

I been tasked with witnessing y′all actions
The last 10 years, discovered the malpractice
Of y'all rappers, writing shit down for a captionPromise she won′t fuck you nigga
How you gon' waste your time?
Can you read between the lines?
I won't mention it
It don′t take long to find out, where her tension is
You a real a nigga, what it said on my detention slip
I write on, bygones be bygones
Top 5 Top 5 Top 5
I feel like DYLAN
Everything you wear Meech tried on
Fell off like J Cole
Every step we take a new nigga on the payroll
How should I feel if they getting a piece
When they ass ain′t rapping
Brought no sand to the beach
Shorty throw ass backwards
Can you handle the meat?
I pray twice every hour, Jesus hand me the key

I mean what more should I seek
Every time I speak
I need company
Guess it's c′est la vie
Dej loaf don't try me
Just do right by me
Then we all good hoe, understood though

Can I get a holla
For my niggas Chasin them dollars
I′m getting old money now I started poppin my collar
They done let me in the game
Let's milk the shit like horchata
This that top talk
From niggas used to scraping the bottom
So now they can′t talk to me
Yo shit missing keys
This fresh start for me
Ctrl alt delete
Came in awkwardly
Drop shit oftenly
Drop dick off and leave
She's not hard to please

Walter Payton running style
The inzone is something I know
You can get the smoke
Like something I rolled
It's hard to be chose
Invested in the timing of goals
There ain′t no time for pre heating
I′m the eye on the stove, nigga

Super sonic forces
Trojan horses
From the land of the tortes
I wonder if you notices
Ships in the sky
You hear the voices
We really got two choices
Listen when eye spit
I give you the sources
My mama name Morris
Got these niggas thinking I'm moorish

Tik Tok
I′m watching the clock
Riotousness will rain
Like it or not
You rather chill up on the block
Eye ain't made blood
Eye ain′t got nothin but love
We can box it out put on the gloves
Download codes from above
Fuck around, Give a tree a hug
If we talking bags been the plug
No prescription drugs
Get it for jug
Ain't mad, throw on my turban and shrug
CLAN shit, tribal shit
Lord we ain′t no thugs
I'm legit hop off my dick
Say a prayer on my rug

Mentally strapped
But Im toting these guns eye
No cap
Energy vampires
Spiritually trapped
Only rap with niggas spitting facts
And think abstract
As a matter fact
I gotta riffle that will shatter your back
Break domes make your bladder collapse
Talkin reckless eye ain't having that
Meech sent the beat had to snap
This for the ones in the back
Had to walk they shoes
It didn′t fit so exact
Had to pay my dues
Lord know I was up when they napped