I think GTA 6 should be based on me
From hittin’ motorway trips with this blade on me
To in a helicopter flyin’, come to save the scene
My shits wavy and deep, I need a submarine
Semi-automatics and some sub machines
Choppin’ B’s and growin’ greens, man I love my trees
I went jail at seventeen and mashed up my teens
Picture me, money Meekz masked up on greaze
Call me soldier boy, I’m the first rapper in a tank
My lyrics A1 like when I was just rappin’ in the bank
Hear they cappin’ on the gram
But I’m on the beach with the fam
You can catch a tan, I got the masterplan
I take you down the road to [?] but you won’t understand
Come with me down the road to a billi’ if I start drillin’
And they say that I’m promotin’ the killin’
Everyone’s a gangster but it don’t give me shivers
Everyone’s a gangster now, shiver me timbers
Had to wrap it Rizla’s cause’ I ran out of clingers
Lost five whips in one day, can’t run out of dingers
First time I got fingerprinted I was tryna’ cut out my fingers
CCTV, it weren’t me
Masked up, got us lookin’ like ninjas
Now I’m a big CEO and I’m runnin’ my business
I was a real bad kid, I got nuttin’ for Christmas
I think GTA 6 should be based on me
From hittin’ motorway trips with this blade on me
To in a helicopter flyin’, come to save the scene
My shits wavy and deep, I need a submarine
Semi-automatics and some sub machines
Choppin’ B’s and growin’ greens, man I love my trees
I went jail at seventeen and mashed up my teens
Picture me, money Meekz masked up on greaze
I stayed in the bando for a hundred days straight
Cah’ my money weren’t straight
Tell my hitta’s in the cut stay straight
Keep a cutter, not no Beyblade
When I hit the motorway I stay straight
Tell my hitta stay straight
So much money in the crib I had to keep some in my mates place
We used to be mates and now we ain’t safe
Why you think I got a straight face, cah’ I ain’t straight
Take chase and change plates
I think GTA 6 should be based on me
From hittin’ motorway trips with this blade on me
To in a helicopter flyin’, come to save the scene
My shits wavy and deep, I need a submarine
Semi-automatics and some sub machines
Choppin’ B’s and growin’ greens, man I love my trees
I went jail at seventeen and mashed up my teens
Picture me, money Meekz masked up on greaze
