8 Figures - DaBaby, Meek Mill

Tell my pops I said what’s happening

Yeah, niggas ain’t fucking with me, nigga

Ain’t nothing you can do with me, nigga

I’m already broken in half, nigga, I’m already empty, nigga

At the same time I’m still full of love, nigga, my heart is still pure

I can’t even explain this shit, nigga

It’s Kirk, long live G

Let’s go

Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga

Ahh, got a cramp in my back

I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas

I got it though, cut the light on and I see

A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror

I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit

I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up

How you even mean to do this

Fuck it, I’m in my feelings

I wanna kill something too, G (Oh, yeah)

Had to call my Dominican boo thing

She caught me down, I’m on FaceTime with movie

Sought me down on that page, niggas goofy

Knock 'em down, pay for brains like I’m Boosie

Hate that I gave 'em time that I could of gave my brother

A shame how they turn 'round and do me (Do me)

It’s a shame how they turn 'round and flip

A shame how this money gon' turn into murder

A shame how they run down and spent them

Couple more on my list and we still got a burner

A shame how I still ain’t forget

The nerve of you ungrateful motherfuckers

To act like I ain’t the trillest

And to do me like that

But you gon' feel it

Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga

Ahh, got a cramp in my back

I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas

I got it though, cut the light on and I see

A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror

I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit

I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up

How you even mean to do this

Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga

Ahh, got a cramp in my back

I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas

I got it though, cut the light on and I see

A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror

I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit

I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up

How you even mean to do this

I was carrying ungrateful niggas and bitches (I was carrying)

Heard you be telling niggas I got up and left you in the trenches (What, what?)

And it’s crazy now, niggas I put in once a time on my hit list (Brrt)

I done got so fucking rich it be damaging my friendships (Whoa-ooh)

Most of these niggas ungrateful, you get some money, they hate you (niggas,

they hate you)

I tried to put you on money, but you let this money shit make you (You let it

make you)

You ain’t never give a nigga twenty thou' while he broke

Never hear him say, «Thank you"(You ain’t never…)

That’s why I be on angles

You niggas getting handouts at the goal line, fumbling and still tryna blame me

Started from the bottom, me a eight-figure nigga

Ahh, got a cramp in my back

I was carrying ungrateful bitches and niggas

I got it though, cut the light on and I see

A soul full of pain when I look in the mirror

I’m broken now, ain’t believe in this shit

I’ll trade anything just to see big brother get up

How you even mean to do this