[Intro]
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
[Verse 1]
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit, I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me, they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin', like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen, take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back jabs, but I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through, and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money, got me stuntin', like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred, we don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over here, my G
Lot of security with badges over there, I see
You brought the law with you, I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I thought was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter, I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us, but they can't fade us
Play them corners, we trappin', watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us, and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us, they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators, is what they said of us
Watching bodies drop on the regular, it was regular
Said it made us cold, but really that shit affected us
Fell in love with hoes, they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced, so the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something; what you call that?
Eighteen, caught my first case, had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we called 'em queens
Chasing that money, and chasing dreams
Serving out people, ‘cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly, where niggas'll serve they mamas
And go spend that money they made on a new designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways, and to be honest
I probably am; sorry, Your Honor!
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil, shit, I got paid like this
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building, you know what it is
Philly, New York City, what's up?
All my NY niggas, what's up?
The mafia, ha, let's get it!
[Verse 1]
Mixed the Balmain with the Bape shit, I've been going ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me, they see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dippin' and dodgin', like it's The Matrix
Heart full of hatred, show it on the Internet
Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that
We was in there making it double and tryna get it back
Bust a thousand traps all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a mil in it
I'ma let 'em shuffle when I cut it, got to deal with it
When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they gon' have to RIP me
But that'll never happen, take this war shit deeply
My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money can't make me, suckers can't break me
Back to back jabs, but I'm still gettin' eighty
Just to walk through, and have them hoes going crazy
All this cash money, got me stuntin', like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get drizzy
Speaking on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred, we don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over here, my G
Lot of security with badges over there, I see
You brought the law with you, I brought them hittas with me
It ain't a nigga that I met I thought was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter, I can feel it in me
Catch 'em on the inbound, watching for the shot clock
5-4-3-2-1, pull up for the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now its Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us, but they can't fade us
Play them corners, we trappin', watch for the damn neighbors
Call the cops on us, and we had them Glocks on us
Pocket full of rocks on us, they was sending SWAT for us
Super predators, is what they said of us
Watching bodies drop on the regular, it was regular
Said it made us cold, but really that shit affected us
Fell in love with hoes, they the only one that accepted us
White folks was prejudiced, so the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something; what you call that?
Eighteen, caught my first case, had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we called 'em queens
Chasing that money, and chasing dreams
Serving out people, ‘cause they was fiends
On the North side of Philly, where niggas'll serve they mamas
And go spend that money they made on a new designer
They say I'm still stuck in my ways, and to be honest
I probably am; sorry, Your Honor!
I was made like this, I was raised like this
Selling coke to get a mil, shit, I got paid like this
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