[Intro: Dalima]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
You broke ma'fuckers ain't lookin for shit nigga
Ya' mean?
You know where I'm at, young Dalima
Let's get em
[Chorus: Dalima]
Lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
I'm lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
I'm lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
Lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
I'm lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
Lookin-lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
I'm lookin' for a meal ticket
You don't like me? Deal with it
[Verse 1: Dalima]
Yo, 'Lima started off, wrecked the whole scene
Diamonds on my neck, diamond cut teeth
Fresh in the club, you know what I mean
Airharty hoodie, Airharty jeans (???)
You can look into the eyes of a real hustla, choppin up the whole metaphors
And for the city on a map, every nigga that blap, until your head's pourin'
For the niggas on the 1st to the 3rd street, 8 block to the 10 to the 13
Like (???) niggas at a work meet, on a block with the pop for the dirt cheap
Ya'll niggas ain't ready for the lyrically historical mob figure
(still in progress)
