Meet me

Pull up in this beamer I was riding cleaner Seeing deeper You ain't ready for us You need a gold picture Go pitch her, fore I eat ya for dinner I was a hungry beast, locked in a cage Now I see release, preaching for the weak Now a couple souls will weep This ain't the end, just come back stronger, and rap on some beats Then sit back, and repeat Look at the receipt, grab a seat Homie was good enough to eat Can't you see? your Candace weak Bars are clean, you're turning into me