When it come to stuntin', I'm like money man Meech, ay We got a show in Philly Pop-out, Double R's Feeling like I'm Meat How you the king of New Jersey nigga? You not even the king of where the fuck you sleep They like I just be rapping Yea, I got fans but still got work in the streets I call brodie 9, he off that perc I feel his pain And this day, drugs and breeshcake be that shit that keep you sane My niggas riding, your niggas dying, nigga we not the same I be wanting to jump in that car myself But big bro say, "What you gon' gain?" I don't care about no respect or stain Lil' bitch come count this money Ask whoever you want, before this rap had a hammer and never was bummy On bro, had to get me a blammer Just case they try to take shit from me Shout out them niggas in Philly that still show love But niggas be tryna be funny When it come to stuntin' I feel like Moneyman Meech, ay We got a show in Philly Pop-out, Double R's Feeling like I'm Meat How you the king of New Jersey nigga? You not even the king of where the fuck you sleep They like I just be rapping Yea, I got fans but still got work in the streets When it come to stuntin' I feel like Moneyman Meech, ay We got a show in Philly Pop-out, Double R's Feeling like I'm Meat How you the king of New Jersey nigga? You not even the king of where the fuck you sleep They like I just be rapping Yea, I got fans but still got work in the streets How you the king of New Jersey nigga? You not even the king of where the fuck you sleep On bro