Meech - Speeding Lyrics

I stay 20 steps ahead this your AA meetings
Put no salt on the plate
Watch you tarnished the dish
One wish
Ray J goons mob y'all shit
You more Jada than Kiss
That means you bitch
Forreal
And that's how I feel
Put my hands on the wheel
Speeding through the lanes
Seat belt not strapped
Wrote this rap at the bank
Let me show these racks
Every word cost a dollar
You can go do the math
Don't condone how I act
Just consider them facts
We can sit & talk deals
Just know I'm here for the crab
They gon' get yo ass
Do not love the cash
Cuz it comes in quick
And leaves it out faster
I'm the black lip bastard
Feels good
Highly understood by people who seek wisdom
You can't reel me
I ain't biting the bate bitch
Ohtani I make hits
More safer than a pre school nun
Get money from the sounds that I make through my lungs
Ain't no tab on my tongue , I stay trippin'
Big Pimpin' be the nickname for these corporate endeavors
And your hoe clapping ass
Ain't making it better
Slowly stormed through the weather
And made a name
Yeah we both black
But nigga we ain't the same
I stay lifted
Catch me astral projecting
Off the words of my message
This the Mecca
I ain't talking bout no Knick game
Chosen One my nickname
I'll take all the pressure
Knowing life is just a chess game
I'm taking your rook
You won't get off the hook
Said fuck school & jumped straight to the books
Said Gahdamn I make smart look Good
This expression gives life
You repress then you die
Once the ball gets served
You get hit with a spike
Cause We all gon' fail
Don't get down on yourself cuz I'm here for you
I'm all good where I'm at
I respond don't react
Cuz then I'll be a … fool

I stay 20 steps ahead this your AA meetings
Put no salt on the plate
Watch you tarnished the dish
One wish
Ray J goons mob y'all shit
You more Jada than Kiss
That means you bitch
Forreal
And that's how I feel
Put my hands on the wheel
Speeding through the lanes
Seat belt not strapped
Wrote this rap at the bank
Let me show these racks
Every word cost a dollar
You can go do the math
Don't condone how I act
Just consider them facts
We can sit & talk deals
Just know I'm here for the crab
They gon' get yo ass
Do not love the cash
Cuz it comes in quick
And leaves it out faster
I'm the black lip bastard
Feels good
Highly understood by people who seek wisdom
You can't reel me
I ain't biting the bate bitch
Ohtani I make hits
More safer than a pre school nun
Get money from the sounds that I make through my lungs
Ain't no tab on my tongue , I stay trippin'
Big Pimpin' be the nickname for these corporate endeavors
And your hoe clapping ass
Ain't making it better
Slowly stormed through the weather
And made a name
Yeah we both black
But nigga we ain't the same
I stay lifted
Catch me astral projecting
Off the words of my message
This the Mecca
I ain't talking bout no Knick game
Chosen One my nickname
I'll take all the pressure
Knowing life is just a chess game
I'm taking your rook
You won't get off the hook
Said fuck school & jumped straight to the books
Said Gahdamn I make smart look Good
This expression gives life
You repress then you die
Once the ball gets served
You get hit with a spike
Cause We all gon' fail
Don't get down on yourself cuz I'm here for you
I'm all good where I'm at
I respond don't react
Cuz then I'll be a … fool