[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Last night was mad real
Popping Percs like they was Advils
And I've been putting on for my city
Seven summers and they acting like they mad still
Damn, I showed these niggas how that cash feel
I even let 'em eat my last meal
And any nigga go against the squad, you know I gotta make a call and get that man killed (let me pop my shit, uh)
Two Maybachs, couple milli, I'm feeling great
So much love when you barely can feel the hate
Them hoes love when you pulling up in that Wraith
For the love of that money your dog'll turn to a snake
Your homie turned to a rat, he is fighting his case
They talked in that federal and he praying they keep his state
He praying to make it home
But you ain't answer your phone
Cause it's word on the street, them people didn't put him on
He got your name to 'em like several times
Trying to put you in a cell 'til you 75
Should've knew it when that nigga said "I'm telling my mom"
Them people grabbed you and you wasn't surprised
What a nightmare
I'm having flashes about that corner selling, that right there
Cops riding past, '40 on me I got it right here
And I ain't trying to lose nigga
Play it by the rules nigga
When you get that money watch the way them bitches choose nigga
Fuck you like a porn star, just don't lose your cool nigga
Pussy taste good, but it won't feed you like no food nigga
We was putting work in 'til we had to keep that tool with us
Took that shit to school with us (yeah, let me tell 'em)
Pulled up in my hood and I jump out the Wraith
Bust down, Patek, diamonds jump out the face
Fear of god on me, I got nothing but faith
Like where the love, I'm feeling nothing but hate
I'm from a hood where before you make it to the morgue niggas will come to your place
Day 1's all in your crib trying to touch in your safe
They shiesty, got a nerve to even come to the wake
Seen your son and give a fuck if he ain't
That's why I'm cutthroat
New Benz truck ghost, I move
Get the upmost respect when I come through
Nigga, i get up close and personal
I bang on you vertical when I up toast
Move like a I'm ghost get the pie or your cell go, gang
Last night was mad real
Popping Percs like they was Advils
And I've been putting on for my city
Seven summers and they acting like they mad still
Damn, I showed these niggas how that cash feel
I even let 'em eat my last meal
And any nigga go against the squad, you know I gotta make a call and get that man killed (let me pop my shit, uh)
Two Maybachs, couple milli, I'm feeling great
So much love when you barely can feel the hate
Them hoes love when you pulling up in that Wraith
For the love of that money your dog'll turn to a snake
Your homie turned to a rat, he is fighting his case
They talked in that federal and he praying they keep his state
He praying to make it home
But you ain't answer your phone
Cause it's word on the street, them people didn't put him on
He got your name to 'em like several times
Trying to put you in a cell 'til you 75
Should've knew it when that nigga said "I'm telling my mom"
Them people grabbed you and you wasn't surprised
What a nightmare
I'm having flashes about that corner selling, that right there
Cops riding past, '40 on me I got it right here
And I ain't trying to lose nigga
Play it by the rules nigga
When you get that money watch the way them bitches choose nigga
Fuck you like a porn star, just don't lose your cool nigga
Pussy taste good, but it won't feed you like no food nigga
We was putting work in 'til we had to keep that tool with us
Took that shit to school with us (yeah, let me tell 'em)
Pulled up in my hood and I jump out the Wraith
Bust down, Patek, diamonds jump out the face
Fear of god on me, I got nothing but faith
Like where the love, I'm feeling nothing but hate
I'm from a hood where before you make it to the morgue niggas will come to your place
Day 1's all in your crib trying to touch in your safe
They shiesty, got a nerve to even come to the wake
Seen your son and give a fuck if he ain't
That's why I'm cutthroat
New Benz truck ghost, I move
Get the upmost respect when I come through
Nigga, i get up close and personal
I bang on you vertical when I up toast
Move like a I'm ghost get the pie or your cell go, gang
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