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Ready or not, here |
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I comeYou can’t hide, ***** |
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I’m too damn fly |
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Sippin’ all of this purple, it got me too damn high |
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They say there down for the team but playin’ two damn sides |
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I’m like *****s ain’t loyal, *****s ain’t loyal |
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And these voices in my head saying *****s ain’t for you |
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And when you gettin’ money these *****s will aim for you |
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And when its looking sunny these *****s will rain on you |
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It’s a dark cloud over me, money too controling me |
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I’m barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me |
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Baby momma trippin out, |
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I tell her to work with me |
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I’m on probabtion still strapped cause *****s want to murder me |
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And lately |
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I’ve been getting faded |
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Cut a couple homies off cause them *****s hating |
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And all these ******** wanna f**** me cause a ***** made it |
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I’m getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator[Hook: Meek Mill] |
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Young ***** getting money |
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Young ***** getting money |
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Young ***** go and get it yeah |
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And ain’t a damn thing change but the bezel on my |
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RollieAnd the diamonds in my chain, yeah[Verse 2: Meek Mill] |
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Young rich ***** quarter, millie worth of jewels |
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Bad bi*** with me trying blow me like a fuse |
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Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes |
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Ain’t it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of |
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Loub******ig dreams turn to big thangs |
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I’ve been waiting on this day since |
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I was 16Big chains, |
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Aston Martin as |
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I switch lanes |
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Before I ever made a hit, |
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I had a wrist game |
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In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing |
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We in the building, every other month |
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I make a million |
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Any ***** talking reckless cause they think |
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I’m chilling |
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Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it |
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Have they own homies do him like they never knew him |
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I’ll have |
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Armelle walk up on him when we run into him |
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Close range shorty have him put something through him |
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So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we’re coming for you[Hook][Verse 3: Meek Mill] |
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The meek shall inherit the earth |
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So I’ma own this ****** until |
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I’m buried in dirt |
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I only roll with *****s that’ll carry me to my hearse |
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Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church |
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And I don’t know why, |
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I just feel like |
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I’m the one |
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They label me a victim but now look what |
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I becomeOr should |
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I say became, |
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I don’t do it for the fame |
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I’m for what they never make it but |
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I went against the grain |
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Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character |
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Life’s a bi***, she cheated on me but |
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I married her |
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*****s getting murdered, this ******t is getting scarier |
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Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers |
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And if she a bi***, |
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I feel like |
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I just got in that pu** |
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Shorty wanna be a star, that’s why she popping that pus** |
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She trying to win so she hang amongst winners |
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That’s why |
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I take the time just to pray at mom’s dinner |
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Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter |
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Not the weather |
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I’m talkin’ about with vince |
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Cause for that money, sins they get committed |
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And friends they get to splittin’, divided just like division |
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So e’rrday that |
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I wake up, my undivided attention |
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It goes to getting my cake up and staying out of them prisons |
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The system made me stronger |
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And being broke just gave me my hunger |
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I’m gone![Outro] |
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***** like me |
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I walk around, fear no man |
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I don’t owe you *****s sh**! |
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E’rry ***** you see around me |
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That’s the *****s that’s with me, unless they in jail or dead or something |
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***** livin’ life like f*** all you *****s |
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Ya feel me?! |