Meal Tickets

[Intro]
Kam went stupid with the groove

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I got homages to pay
Accomplishing shit for days
Commas to my name then college just leave me drained
Still, I maintain a GPA for the aim
Life is a scape, the goat is going for game
Ice in my veins, I'm over floating, let's bang
I ain't conversating if you don't know how to braid
And Ian stop the pacing just cuz you patiently waiting
Worm told me add some flavor
He need a favor, I'm Flav
Publicly, I'm enemy number 1, for the pain
Still, I'm painting pictures, we gotta shift up they brains
Yes, SC got the talent, now let's get fame
Hopefully, that's viablе towards the goals to get paid
Soon as I get thе shit, cop the ticket, that plane
Coasts of Jamaica, I got no space to complain
Yeah

[Hook 1]
Uh
Feel these real tidbits
For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket
That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician
You play the pawn, out in Guam
Blind from real sickness
Uh, Yeah
Feel these real tidbits
For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket
That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician
I got that pressure in my palm
Readers will get it
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 2]
Uh, Yeah
All this trauma I can't tame, I'm my happiest on the page
The crackers entertained, abominable on the stage
Backing really fazed, the game gotta be played
Hacking at the lames, I'm already the gauge
Please hold the shade, you blocking me from the rays
Hip-Hop stock, forgot that I need a raise
Oh mane, I'm not phased
Getting hella topical, the raps can not age
Dodging every obstacle, the opposition blazed
Pick the most specific shit, a mage with the plays
Hating is prohibited, I haze all the fakes
I'm sipping tea like a prophet
I'm finally gon’ top it till I profit, I pop in the ranks
Trend topics
Stop gossiping
Grown men peeping with binoculars at the profits

[Hook 2]
Feel these real tidbits
For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket
That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician
You play the pawn, out in Guam
Blind from real sickness
Yeah, Uh
Feel these real tidbits
For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket
That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician
You don't wanna get involved, niggas will rip shit

[Verse 3]
Yeah, Uh
Write a song, then I'm gone, exploring in other ways
Bored from y'all plays, I'm orienting the stage
Reversing all the plagues, I'm burning verses and sage
Working all my ways, I'm cursing all of the fakes
Stuck up in a cage, let's break out
Proactively take routes to permanently slay doubt
We came from slave routes, now they just pay now
Know I don't play 'round
I ain't from they sound but I might pop up
Shit straight from Greyhound
The dirty flows
Ain't heard of those that fake counts
We take out

[Hook 3]
Uh, Yeah
Feel these real tidbits
For the garms, we on guard for that meal ticket
That's on gawd, see me gone, I'm a magician
Reading psalms, I'm appalled at the ill spirits

[Outro]
Yeah, at the ill spirits
Yeah, yeah