10mins. Knxwledge

[Verse: Meek Mill]
One yourself and two -- run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots where your face at
And the mac eleven touch you where the twelve-gauge at
When I was thirteen, had fourteen grams and eight gats
Turned fifteen, started spitting sixteens of straight crack
By seventeen, eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen -- on the corner with twenty and they trappin'
Playing with my money like playing with my emotions
Flowing off that water like I'm laying in thе ocean
Roasted, I make you disappеar hocus pocus
We leaving suckers like they Jerry Rice, wide open
In the field it get real, your block slow motion
In the bills rollin' ninjas like a coaster
Gotta catch a -- sleeping late night
Stick 'em with the toaster
Make 'em put it all in like he was playing poker
Cuz I remember days, nights, I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin' murked out, I'm clutching on that thing tight
I wouldn't even a blink like: Blink once, blink twice
Cuz that'll get your life snatched faster than a Tyson match
Pull up to the scene so fresh so clean in a seven-four pound with the windows rolled down
Like twenty on my neck, feel like the king, no crown
I be proud of them they def in on my gear we low down
Red horse, red stripes, red Porsche, red lights
Tell me stop cuz I'm killin' 'em, got chains like chameleons
Lames they not feeling him but tell him keep hatin'
Praying on my downfall, tell 'em keep waitin'
I'll be here, I'll be there, when I rock some Rocawear
I'm so fly, when I go there, why would I lie, no I don't care
I ride that five without no fear, keep that chopper on deck
If a hater run up on me, hit 'em up with no (Grrrat)
Its big business, big bills, and big choppers
Cherry red Challenger, lookin' like a lobster
All black D's on it, hoes holla
Sliding through your area, why is they comparing us?
Serious, numbers on my check look like a serial
And I still got the block jumpin', Shawn Marion
I said: a hater disrespect me then I'm airin' 'em
He don't dig me where I'm comin' from we'll just bury him
We count money -- go super hard
Maybach, laid back, lookin' like a superstar
Diamonds on my neck shining on 'em like a shooting star
Thirty in the clip and got me feeling like a shooting guard
Stop me, small but I'm cocky
Two forties give a sucker eighty like Shocky
Pull up in the hood, four-door Maserati
Jewels on flashy like a paparazzi, copy
I be probably in the hills out in Cali
In a million-dollar crib eatin' on shrimp and broccoli
Watch me, Philladelph's flyer, no hockey
Tell your chick to google me, she can dot com me
She ain't gotta chase me just tell her MySpace me
And maybe she can find me so I can get behind 'em
Heard I got a deal so now she Joe me like sloppy
Got them goons on deck that ride hard like Kawasaki (Vroom) (What!)
They ride hard
I said they ride hard (What!)
I said we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS's
Ketty be GTS-ing like Khaled shit we the best-ing
I tell them hoes I don't wanna talk, just leave a message
Automatic stash boxes so they can't see the weapons
But I be GC reppin', cred hustle to muscle
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)
Ah- I just- ah
Know me, don't love these girls I just love when I 'uck 'em (What!)