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[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!) Lemme keep it clean, hold up, what I said? [Verse: Meek Mill] I said- I said- I said- I got money on my mind Change on my membrane Insane, in the kitchen with it got the whip game (What!) Similar to Gordon, throw it in the Pyrex like can I get your order? Ounces to the quarters Omelly push the rock I push the age, power forward (What!) Twenties have a -- floatin' like he in the water Assure you, get it we got bundles for a Goya A beam 'ock a -- if ya' need I get it for ya' A Sauer, on my hip, tinted in the 'rora Bad little jit with me lookin' like Kimora Believe that's me in a pocket with Diora Long pretty handles, juicy and Katara Twenties, fifties, hundreds -- that's all up in my money grip We chew 'em like its double mint, that forty got a double clip Automatic Magnum like a condom with a rubber grip Any sucker step up outta line then we gon' -- (What!) Hug that strip, on the block with that Yao Ming Them Warriors put 'em on a higher plane like Al Green Nah'mean -- -- they hear when I talk Got that white girl and that green lady like Fairmount Park Any nigga think he G.I. bet he feel when I spark Put some hot -- in his tee and he be laying out in chalk Where he at? There he go Pull up on that -- slow Got that Rugers look like rulers shootin' like the video And we be ridin', ridin', slippin', slidin' All through the city with that semi right beside him Ballin' like Jimmy, any -- try to try him And we catch 'em when they slippin' homicide 'em ('cide 'em) I said, 'lantics on the stop and frisk, these -- gettin' shot and -- But really they ain't stoppin' -- that just gon' get a cop in here With copper tips, common sense cuz niggas, they rock the -- From where they forever hate, you never get a compliment I'd rather do a five to ten -- before I lose my life Go out in a blaze of glory squeezing with my -- tight Young loc and gun smoke and gun choke and -- get Raise by the rats roaches real youngin' over growin' Afraid they gave my man life, feds they gave my man ten Messing with this dirty game, feel like I'm on a dead-end Like, damn where my nigga Rick? Damn where my nigga brick? As time fly I think about you, know you tired and sick of it Then they said my nigga snitched? I could never see that Talkin' they got statements on him, hold up let me read that Believe that, was getting high off like from 'bout to relapse Grub gang a.k.a. them 'lantic boys we back We back. (Woo!) I ain't playing- Uh- We don't stop, we never stop [Verse: Meek Mill] I said- I said- I don't make it rain, I ain't rich I ain't got a milli, I ain't prying checks for -- Yeah I got signed, but I ain't got them bricks And I still step up in the club feeling like a mit We got Squally in the building, he be there strapped Omelly outside had to let out with the mac Me, I'm in the crowd, just chilling, falling back Peeping out the scene, I see a hater, I react Like you don't want no problems We come with them choppers They call us the 'lanta boys cuz we get it poppin' We don't do no robbing, all we do is grind Hustle from the muscle, -- save up every dime Everybody know I'm bout to blow like a bomb (Boom) Pull up in a '96 Impala (Vroom) Hammers in the stashbox, dirty, (Broom) The holster in the passenger, gangster, goon Yeah, I do my thang- What I said? How I tell em? Uh- I said- I said- Yeah, I be on some sh- Yeah, I do my thang I ain't gon' give 'em that I'ma let em (?) I do my thang man, shout out to my boy Oski Uh- my boy Oski- My boy Oski Let me tell 'em- [Verse: Meek Mill] Hold up- hold up- I said they gave my -- twenty years Man that wasn't even right Got him in the hell hole Living at the speed of light Praying that the time fly by so he can see the light See his kids, meet the wife All over a ki of white Why you think they take that time from you? 'Cuz you need it right? And you can't get it back so how they giving people life? Like you gon' live again Grow up, be a kid again That's why I never waste time, I cherish every minute and Pray to god faithful though man half that -- I make I blow And I don't even take it slow 'cuz any given day can go And I can see my death day Feel my last breath take That's why I go and get it now I be like -- wait -- die young, and the bad don't even last that Where the young -- sixteen and over die fast at I was made there, raised there, but moved past that Living at the speed of light, it look like a flashback I done got money, went broke then got the cash back Had it, I was cooled out Lost it, I got laughed at That's why I never ever cherish nothing I can have back Thankful for my life though, I wish that I could stash that Shit, I'm just living at the speed of life Pull up hard to see the light Be here today, deceased tonight I just hope when god come arrest me that he reads my rights, read my wrongs- Ah-