Sweeping Up Meekz

[Intro]
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[Chorus]
Sweeping up like a wooden brush
Gotta go hard because nobody ain't pushing us
Gotta push yourself, got me pushing drugs
Look at what the struggle does, this rap game's stuck with us
And yeah my money went and doubled up
More bands than my age before I sign, I'm 'bout to fuck it up
I came out to run it up, them other niggas dumb as fuck
Do it in my rubber gloves, just to get my money up

[Verse 1]
Dirty traps for neat guys, but I was coming up
Runners trynna run it up
Don't get paid until you've done enough
Gassing up, new waps, big bikes when the summer comes
Free to roam with the splash, I'm having fun, I need another drum
Anywhere I land I make the fiends come
Law of attraction, make the dreams come
In and out of jail; wanted or on bail
Since 16, I ain't had a clean run
6 metres on my mind and machine guns
Doing OT runs, I guess that's what the T done
Cos I spent months in the trap and never seen Mum
I ain't going home until the Wendy and Me's done
Used to eating niggas no receipt, no refund
You hurt my people, Imma fuck around and eat plugs
I let the heat smoke, you might see dust
Can't get fed because nobody's tryna feed us
This for all my niggas going hard until they're freed up
Can't you see I stay G'd up?
Anytime I get gassed and go mad, it's like the Police come
It's like the heat comes
But I ain't trynna slow down
You owe me dough, I'll leave your crib smoked out
You ever locked a whole town?
You the type of guys to run and hide when it goes down
If a grafter gets nicked I send another kid down
I ain't licked one shot, my whole thing sold out
Fail to close my eyes and rinse the whole round
But I gotta stick to the vision, getting close now
The amount of missions that I did to put dough down
Wore that same trackie, I can make my own clothes now
Yo, this rap shits easy, I've got no doubt
Labels wanna sign me, Imma hold out
T house that's the dope house
I was a bad little yute but I'm grown now
Imma play the dice let it roll out
Imma smoke my cali and zone out
Old friends keep phoning my phone now
I just act like I don't know now
I don't care about no clout
Run it up and put dough down
Real rap getting love from my home town
The amount of food that I've broke down
Can't wait till my show's sold out
All them cold nights on the couch, trynna cop my own house
But you never get fed with a closed mouth
Three stales get deaded, Joe, Kenny gotta go now
Something's getting deaded if I roll out