Energy Lyrics - Meek Mill

I wanna know how ni**as going to jail 

Telling on ni**as, coming back home and it still being cool 

Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know 

I wanna know, if a ni**a ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in 

Ni**as still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man 

This s**t getting different out here it's getting spooky 

(1) 

Now when that s**t went down with Chris, you wrote a check 

In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect, you a fraud 

So what that tell me? You a pu**y and a fan 

Say the wrong s**t you know the shooters at your neck 

I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six s**t 

Tell us who the f**k was Quentin running through the six with? 

Running through the six with my woes 

Counting money you know how it goes 

All the real live forever baby 

And the fake get exposed 

Ni**as writing for you cause you know you never did s**t 

When I threw that out, I was trying to catch a big fish 

We the type of ni**as to tie your mother up 

F**k your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pu**y 

You really sweet, I call you buttercup 

You f**king dork you changed the style because you studied us 

Coming with the same flow 

Switching up your lingo 

We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for 

Every time that we come, we get what we came for 

Spitting another ni**as s**t, but you claim you king though? 

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(Repeat) 

(2) 

Money make a fake ass ni**a look real again 

Money make a s**ker that told look trill again 

Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him 

But I'ma show you bi**h ass ni**as we're real again 

Heard that other ni**a talking we ain't get back yet 

Let's keep it short, ni**a you ain't get your chick back yet 

And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check 

You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up 

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Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right 

I got to take them off of here, there's only one 

And that's me, you understand? 

Fore all that fighting, you understand? 

S**ka thinks he good 

S**ka thinks he can whoop me 

And I know he can't whoop me and I 

Hey boy, the ni**a whole style is chump, you understand? 

When it comes to me you understand 

Let me get mines first 

Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do 

(3) 

You know you f**ked up right? 

You shoulda just said nothing 

Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop 

All I hear is platinum that platinum this 

Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick 

I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip 

Ni**as frauds I told the truth, don't ask me s**t 

All this industry fake enemy and rap s**t 

It's never really my style we got cash to get 

I really started from nothing now it's back to s**t 

Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bi**h 

Hold up, let that b**ch breathe 

Yeah this is called popping s**t 

There's no cut on it 

There's no cut on it 

If your feelings get hurt 

You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little 

No this is the truth and the truth hurts 

Haven't I paid my dues? 

Haven't I went through the storm? 

Didn't I weather the storm? 

Ni**as is gone and I'm here 

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You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater ni**a, we ain't forget 

Real ni**as back in style this s**t is lit 

This that Ja Rule