Slippin - Meek Mill, Future, Dave

I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I gotta get up

I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I can’t get up

But I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I gotta get up

I’m slippin', I was fallin'

Yeah I bet I’ll get up

I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I know I’m gettin' up

I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I better get up

But I’m slippin', I’m fallin'

I gotta get up

Use that money for motivation

Them same ones that came up with me hatin'

When money talkin', it can change a conversation

They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off

I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience

Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration

We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the eighth gone

On medication, me and Satan conversatin'

Okay that lean had me slippin', damn dawg you trippin'

Had to tell my niggas and stay focused on the mission

Now we at the Grammys, started in the kitchen

And I brought the family, fuck them other niggas

Cause ain’t nobody listen when I told 'em I would blow

Now the VIP be crowded every city that I go

Shorty said she like my style, I be thinkin', «Yeah I know»

Would’ve never gave me play back in the day when I was broke

So I ball hard, post it on the 'Gram just to motivate 'em

When you’re gettin' money, niggas' broke, they supposed to hate it

Hurt my heart when I seen my closest homie caught the vapors

Gotta watch 'em closely, backstabbers didn’t poke me

Shot me, brought me down on my knees, tried to Derrick Rose me

Won 'em a ring, still did me like I was Kobe

Talked down on me when they thought that I slipped

You niggas crazy if you thought I would quit, no!

Use that money for motivation

Them same ones that came up with me hatin'

When money talkin', it can change a conversation

They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off

I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience

Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration

We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone

On medication, me and Satan conversatin'

Yo, bein' broke is so embarrassin', got sick of wastin' time

I took some packages to Maryland

Me and Leek, couple pounds of tree in the caravan

Before I ever wrote a rhyme, I had a scam

Might have been young, but I had a plan

I wanted designer clothes

Pooch was in the kitchen with a lot of coke

I wanted this money since a snotty nose

We was in the staircase, watchin' fiends driftin' off

Now it’s Teterboro flyin' private jets, liftin' off

Tell the pilot I just need to know when we about to land

I was watchin' Ds sendin' out them vans

Stashed a couple pieces in my Nike sock

Never could I like a cop

My man ain’t know his mother used to like to cop

Damn, homie

A Cuban chain and a Rollie’ll make your man switch

Same one you flipped grams with and split your sandwich

Meek told me just get this money and motivate 'em

It’s no debatin', if you broke we ain’t got no relation

Harlem!

Use that money for motivation

Them same ones that came up with me hatin'

When money talkin', it can change a conversation

They’d rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off

I’m dedicated, but I’m runnin' out of patience

Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration

We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone

On medication, me and Satan conversatin'