Organized Chaos Meek Mill (Ft. Eearz)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Homies dead and I miss 'em
Rest caught up in the system
Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim
Pyrex stove in the kitchen
Pray the lord gon' forgive us
Go to war with the realest
For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner
I went from captain to K
Catchin' a bus to catchin' a Wraith
Banana boy, up in my Bape
I'm tryna catch me an eighth
They tryna touch on my safe
I cannot barely can sleep
I gotta lay with my peeps
Every single fuckin' day of the week
They killed my daddy in nine-two
I had to stay in the streets
Warrin' with niggas from down the block
I had to wake up to beef
Forty gon' wake up the neighbors
They gotta wake up to me
Smokin' dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin' for me
Tell my opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin' so much fuckin' work I might get high off that brick