By Any Means

[Intro: Rick Ross] M-M-M-Maybach Music Huh [Chorus: Rick Ross] Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if ya like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Meek Milly, yeah No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot We charging you niggas up if you like it or not Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot Then let that Arm & Hammer hammer it right to a lot Tryna whip a Rollie, or a Cartier Shout out to this Pyrex that bought this Audemeer Oops, I meant Audemar, my whole team got 'em You loving the same bitch my whole team poppin' One hundred though, I'm wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of 'em, we frontin' four Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with those Bad bitches, never loved them though Keep them round but never trust them though This 62 so comfortable, hah! I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga I'm a real nigga, and you's a mouse nigga Code rat, which means you code red But I don't knock you, I just blame it on your old heads Rats! (Hahahaha) [Chorus: Rick Ross] Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if ya like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah, Wale though, uh Malcolm X, get your hand out my pocket Some niggas walkin' with death, guess they ran out of options Tell them niggas we movin', tell them niggas to do it I swear we going H.A.M, though some my niggas Sunni They burn on every block, snitches here don't got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth Rock And we ain't land on it, Mr. Reagan But it's gon make us rich, Mr. Reagan Now, as-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jummah Let 'em play with her box, she give the greatest top She say these niggas is her prey and she makes salat, word How they say that we not fly? How they say that we not workin'? They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted I'm on my deen, inshallah, I'ma get her right On the Bible, you can run but you can't hide [Chorus: Rick Ross] Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if ya like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five [Verse 3: Pill] Marchin' for cause, they put a hole in it Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted Preachin' for the paper, paparazzi, Federales Several rallies mask Allah's teachings through Shabazz That's Malik, Omaha, Nebras Corruption over cash leave 'em leakin' in the cask' Aim better, you better rebel, the smell of that cheddar and shells Malcolm vision platinum in Africa when sat in that cell My religion the kitchen, proper formulas Benjamins to make sure my pockets have an abnormal bulge My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, a Glock to squeeze Niggas clockin' dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed It's hard when starvin', Marcus Garvey mixed with Malcolm Little Knowledge was obtained, fuck your chains and your master, nigga We in the field buildin' muscle while you watch the house And dustin' off that porcelain and open when they cock is out [Chorus: Rick Ross] Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if ya like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five [Outro] Maybach Music