Bag Talk

[Intro: Meek Mill] I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga We still at war [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Young niggas totin' Glocks Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly We was grinding, they was hating Perfect time to get this money, I was patient We was Gucci, they was snaking Only one to keep it real, when they was faking Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through When you get the money, like I got it, they can't stand you Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in them streets He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap He was sellin us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot 'em until it decock It's a dog-eat-dog environment Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring When you pull up on them, I start firing Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers I went drop top Dawn on 'em, we do numbers And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em Fuck 'em, fuck 'em [Chorus] I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em All that drama I feel like I'm made for Catch a body, take it to the grave for me And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk Daddy was arrested so it’s dad's fault Killed the niggas about you, you tell them that part? Why you take it that far? [?] everybody, you gotta understand, dog We the type to call the opps and have a standoff Make a thottie call your homie, that's a man-off [Verse 2] We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel They so used to the fake shit, they don't know what was real All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal I can't tell no more I don't know who was thurl 'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money I seen niggas eatin' from me, made me watch while I'm hungry Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation They came and got a young niggas 'for they graduation Spent some time on that Patek still ain't got no patience Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him 'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vapors