T-WEEZY (Rapper) – M.E.D

T-WEEZY (Rapper) – M.E.D Lyrics

Artist: T-WEEZY (Rapper)
Song: M.E.D

If i go back in time
Then it won’t take long to shine
Soon you gon see me on billboards
New color new designs

Can’t ask me how i’m doing
I’ll tell man i’m fine
You just gotta know the signs
Fake friends i press decline

I don’t know what’s worse
Their envy or they thirst
Play tough get put in a hearse
Gotta watch for 12 they lurk

Louis bag no purse
Can’t play with molly or percs
They see me they disperse
This sh#t they can’t rehearse

I need a pep talk today
n#gg#s they mad we just slay
Pop out 21s on 21s on 21s
Then k

I had a pep talk with jay
Life ain’t black or whitе it’s gray
Give me that blue cheesе in a plate
We putting that paper all in a tray

I need that money fast
Heard he got hit like punching bag
Brodie got rich now, he’s popping bags
He’s popping stacks he’s popping tags

Said he ain’t never touching racks
Srt go fast on fast
G.o.n that’s flags on flags
On fonem grave that’s facts on facts

Do it like paper boy paper boy
Need my f#cking paperboy
Ain’t nobody safe i heard them n#gg#s really play with toys
Got that sh#t from grizzy boy

Heard that it don’t make no noise
Beefing kids i do avoid
Can’t let it slide he made his choice
All about my f#cking money

All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
Then it’s mullah every day

Mullah in the way
Mullah mullah got that sh#t from kway
I don’t ever play
Mullah got me stressing in a way

Trynna flip the page
n#gg# said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
I can’t never speak on fonems case

We don’t conversate
Said it but can’t say it to my face
They just imitate
Heard he want a spot but this sh#t full

Can’t participate
n#gg#s hate but we just play it cool
Tell them n#gg#s hate
You mad i ain’t really gon diss you

He cry man give him a tissue
Switch sides man u don’t see the issue
Kay flock masked up no visual
Pop out them n#gg#s can’t miss you

He told i know he with you
Got hands don’t need no pistol
But if hands don’t work we blick you
All about my f#cking money

All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
Then it’s mullah every day if i go back in time

Then it won’t take long to shine
Soon you gon’ see me on billboards
New color, new designs
Can’t ask me how i’m doing

I’ll tell, man, i’m fine
You just gotta know the signs
Fake friends, i press decline
I don’t know what’s worse

Their envy or their thirst
Play tough, get put in a hearse
Gotta watch for 12, they lurk
Louis bag, no purse

Can’t play with molly or percs
They see me, they disperse
This sh#t, they can’t rehearse
I need a pep talk today

n#gg#s they mad, we just slay
Pop out 21s on 21s on 21s, then k
I had a pep talk with jay
Life ain’t black or white, it’s gray

Give me that blue cheese on a plate
We putting that paper all in a tray
I need that money fast
Heard he got hit like a punching bag

Brodie got rich, now he’s popping bags
He’s popping stacks, he’s popping tags
Said he ain’t never touching rags
Srt go fast on fast

G.o.n that’s flags on flags
On fonem grave, that’s facts on facts
Do it like paper boy, paperboy
Need my f#cking paperboy

Ain’t nobody safe, i heard them n#gg#s really play with toys
Got that sh#t from grizzy boy
Heard that it don’t make no noise
Beefing, kids, i do avoid

Can’t let it slide, he made his choice
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money

All about my f#cking money
Then it’s moolah every day
Moolah in the way
Moolah, moolah, got that sh#t from kway

I don’t ever play
Moolah got me stressing in a way
Tryna flip the page
n#gg#s said he really throwing shots

Tell him demonstrate
I can’t never speak on fonems case
We don’t conversate
Said it but can’t say it to my face

They just imitate
Heard he want a spot but this sh#t full
Can’t participate
Ns hate, but we just play it cool

Tell them ns hate
You mad, i ain’t really gon’ diss you
He cry, man, give him a tissue
Switch sides, man, you don’t see the issue

Kay flock masked up, no visual
Pop out, them n#gg#s can’t miss you
He told, i know he with you
Got hands, don’t need no pistol

But if hands don’t work, we blick you
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money
All about my f#cking money

All about my f#cking money
Then it’s moolah every day
Moolah in the way
Moolah, moolah, got that sh#t from kway

I don’t ever play
Moolah got me stressing in a way
Tryna flip the page
n#gg#s said he really throwing shots

Tell him demonstrate
Mullah in the way
Mullah mullah got that sh#t from kway
I don’t ever play

Mullah got me stressing in a way
Trynna flip the page
n#gg# said he really throwing shots
Tell him demonstrate
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T-WEEZY (Rapper) Lyrics – M.E.D

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Release Year: 2021