[Verse 1: Bun B]
Man I done sit back and think about all the moves I done made
The streets was colder than a bitch, that's how the game was played
You either bout it or you not, there ain't no middle ground
This how you was getting down in my little town
Knowing jealousy and n***as tryna lie on me
Smiling in my face, but wanting me to die, homie
Just know I see it from a hundred yards
Ducking frauds, and even though I wanna pull your card, thank the lord
That I can hear it when they hating on me
Catch them coming round the corner when they waiting on me
See Imma get to where I'm going, cause I'm pationt, homie
And when I get there, Imma have nothing but paper on me
So when you see me, [?] in my grill
Be who you really is, n***a keep it trill
Understand that it's levels to this thing
[?] and be about your paper, cause I'm always about mine

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
Real talk, this that meal talk
N***a this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk
N***a this that real talk
N***a this that meal talk

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Made that money, now I see all these n***as hate on me
I'm from that gutter gutter gutter, bitch I deserve a b
Quarter million Bentley truck, I could've gave him 3
Best believe, I still got n***as out here [?]
Tryna get, fuck a couple M's, a n***a need 50
I deserve the [?]
Cause I seen the roaches [?]
I done seen the [?] in the building [?]
[?] but I'm staying strong with [?]
[?] ghetto boy [?]
[?] you deserve a bullit, [?] your bitch ass [?]
[?] back and forth [?]
I done ran up me some M's, middle finger to them n***as
[?] when they see me
[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
Real talk, this that meal talk
N***a this that cocky cocky cocky [?] talk
N***a this that real talk
N***a this that meal talk