Menu Lyrics

Yeah, Uh

Yeah, Aye

When you the one that's being strong

Sometimes it's no one vent to

Bout all the shit you seen

And all of the shit you been through

You gotta keep going my n*gga don't let it bend you

Back against the wall but dawg you must continue

Somewhere conducting business Baby I'm not at the venue

The mil (Meal) that I want aint on that menu

If I don't fuck with you

Aint no way I'm gon pretend to

I can sense you waiting

To bite the hand that I extend you

Cuz niggas will, bite the hand that feed em

When they can't defeat em

One lie will tarnish the truth

So I can't believe em

And even if I love you death, gotta plan for evil

And even with your faith in the Lord understand the reaper

I been knowing sh*t could get cold

So I keep the heater

This sh*t like thermometer so don't run a fever

In the field like a receiver

I'm still running plays

I can't be concerned with what they do in the bleachers, for real

Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you

I'm hoping that if you don't f*ck with me, you won't pretend to

I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue

The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real)

I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you

I'm hoping that if you don't fuck with me, you won't pretend to

I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue

The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue

Uh, If they cross you cut em off

It's nothing to get some more friends

They threw dirt on my name

And I needed that soil to grow in

Left me there to drown

When I gave em the boat to row in

That shit will have you wiggin out, no beautician or sew-ins

Studio with streets lights in it, it's time go in

Dominoes with the delivery, just bring the dough in

Tryna a make mil (Meal) off a recipe that I wrote

I only came back to separate the sheep from the goats

Continuous growth

Recite the shit I write under oath

I'm not here to boast

Reach for the bread get turnt into toast

Business brunches with mimosas

Cheers lets make a toast

And now the hoes that said we was gross

Want to know what we gross

Aint nothing change, the ones with the least

Will still do the most

Don't fuck with us

Cuz nicotine patches can't stop the smoke, for real

Tryna turn a quarter mil to a half a mil

Eatin off the nuggets that I drop thats a happy mil (Meal)

Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you

Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu

Run the bag up, don't let the feds apprehend you

Continue, The meal that I want aint in that menu

Yeah, I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you

I'm hoping that if you don't f*ck with me, you won't pretend to

I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue

The mil that I want aint on that menu (For real)

I'm praying that the way I come off never offends you

I'm hoping that if you don't fuck with me, you won't pretend to

I'm usually at home with my kids not at the venue

The mil that I want aint on that menu, continue