Treat 'em like a slidin' board the way we slide on 'emTreat 'em like a Jordan jerseyPut 45 on 'emLookLookI'm outchea' just hoping I can get it rightRemember going home at nightAin't have on no lightsSo I had to get it on my ownAnd show these niggas I got it and do it just like I'm grownI can't goto my granny cuz she steady drunkAnd show her how I get it like I'm Donald TrumpAnd plus my mama gone and she steady clubbin'And plus I was in these streets, I was steady thuggin'Trynna make a million dollarsPut on for my own teamPussy niggas go they own lane, I do my own thangFinally got a chance to do this shit, I live my own dreamNow I'm on the dream team, ball hard just like KareemPolo horse is on me niggaOne man that's all I trustTry to play me and my niggas, sware to God yah ass get bustPussy niggas trynna play me, Nigga we'll fuckin' rushEnd yah shitClick Click Boom! Kill you and yah bitchI don't give a fuck about no nigga and that's real shitCuz my daddy he really left my life, real quickHad to fuckin' grind and I had to fuckin' shineI was born in '95, they gave him 20 in '99So what you thought I was left nigga? All by myself niggaMy mama had me at 16, so she really had no help niggaSo I grind my own self and I had to do my own shitAnd show that I got my own bitchDid this, said "Fuck school cuz that ain't workin"I started rappin' cuz my pockets started hurtin'And these niggas wearing skinnies, man they started jerkin'My niggas was locked up, man they prolli murkin'Free my nigga C4 man that's fucked up (Up!)I made it out the hood, I guess I lucked up (Luck!)Now these niggas wanna see me that didn't fuck with meNow they say man you acting funny when they say "wassup?"Nigga if I wasn't fuckin with you thenDon't fuck with me nowCuz I wasn't low then and now I ain't goin' downPussy niggas try to bring me back to the bottomBut if you try top bring me back, then it's gon' be a problemI got niggas in the FEDs, got niggas in the penGot niggas who smoke weed, got niggas who drink ginBut all of my niggas thuggin' even if they doin' 10All but some of my niggas doin' 10All committin' sinsSee me, I'mma young niggaBut I'm a smart niggaNumber 1, top shelf, state of the art niggaI'm trynna win a fuckin' Grammy awardAnd show these niggas how I do it, show 'em that I affordImma drive a Bentley type of nigga, you a Honda AccordBetter chill nigga, for I fuck around and show you it's reall nigga
I just do this shit for everything I own and everything I did (Unh!)Show these niggas I'm my ownTell 'em I'm my own, Omelly blowin' strongI don't smoke weed but I be gettin' in my zoneI remember nights in the room all aloneFeelin' like Home Alone, MacaulayI remember hoes tried to play me, they ain't call meBut, I got on my shit started ballin' like Chris PaulyHad a handleA nigga play around, I melt that nigga like a candleThis .40 leave his chest open like he wearin' sandlesSittin in the Bach, thinkin' bout my lifeThinkin' bout my youngbul, thinkin bout my iceNiggas wanna take it, take it you wouldn't make itGot the game in a headlock like I'm JamaicanThese niggas talkin' bullshit, these niggas really fakin'I muthafuckin' changed the game 'round I'm tradin' places*Beat stops*The beat had to stop cuz the cord came outBut I'mma pop it back in, I got the same mouthIm on the old block, 'member the bird same houseWhere served on Berks, where we moved that cain outLet me get the beat back so I can catch it again (Unh!)*(Lil' Snupe): That beat just right**(Meek Mill): Yea that beat the shit*I got 5 on that shitI remember I used to fuckin' ride on that shitI remember I had $5 to my name
دانلودWas smokin' on some reggie, wasn't sellin' cainIt was me Rell Geez, *ad lib*I was in the basement spittin' like I'm Lil' WayneI was dead broke, but now I got a lil' changeAnd I don't never be trippin out over a lil flameI remember hoes, they ain't notice meThey tried to play me outSame bitches trynna call me up and take me outI take them bitches to the telly and we makin' outYoungbul, I get the money, I do the player routeNever pay these hoes (Nope!), nigga pay yah taxes (Un Hunh!)I be out here ridin' round, with the *ad lib*A nigga want beef? Tell that nigga meet me at Max'sOr better yet Ishkabibble's, Nigga I Unh!Where you at O? We really in this bitchI feel like a killa up in the dealershipBlacked out, windows tinted shitYou run up on me, you gon' feel this shitGlock 30s, FNs hold 32Hit yah homie up and do you dirty too (Hey! Hey! Hey!)My niggas do the biz like we posed to doAnd Omelly gon' gun you, he get close to you (Yea!)I said, shit gettin realerSlidin' thru the block, all-white 4-wheelerSwinging on the handle bars, like I'm a gorrillaYoungbul gettin' to the money, I'm a killaNorth side, But I be on the southA nigga talk greasy then I run up on his mouthGot a mil' in the bank, hunnit in the couchA nigga playin' 'round then we runnin' in his houseI seen a lotta' niggas fold for the timeMy nigga B-R stand up, did a dimeFor a ounce of crack, now we got 'eem backWe gon' show 'em how we do it, how *ad lib*We gon' drop them stacks, we gon' pop them wheelsMan, matter fact check, I don't know how to feelEveryday, Everyday all kinds of billsBut what the fuck? I'mma just wake up *ad lib* a mil'Let me catch the flow backI get that, you know thatMe Omelly go back, we go down 4 flatsPlay around we gon' pump you upAnd if you wanna fight nigga we gon' lump you upI'm talkin' knock you down to the ground, stump you upMatter fact, duct tape you and trunk you up (That's what it is!)That's word to my mamaI was out here ridin' round with Osama
B-R had the ladder on 'eem, clip like a commaNiggas talk shit, but they don't want no drama, or problemIt's dreamchasers in this bitchAddicted to the money, feind paper in this bitchDirty money, green paper in this bitchEverytime I talk I mean paper in this bitchYou see this rolly no ice? That's 30Nigga, that's a birdie!I don't gotta talk but you heard meThrow shells, I throw 'em back like a jerseyOl' schoolI'm iced out with no toolA nigga play around, *ad lib* no jewelsFix yah voice, protoolsMy flow so mean, it's so smoothI'm iced out, I'm so coolBut I'm so hot at the same timeNigga spit the same rhymesWe get locked up and come back and do the same thing we didLocked up for the same crimeCuz nigga we ain't learn yetI'm still hungry nigga, I ain't get my turn yetBig Sean, I ain't let it burn yetFuck it, where the germs at?All these niggas hatin'Got on my dog collar, cuz niggas is fleas waitin'Trynna get *ad lib* out usJust bought a Range, Just bought a 7I'm floatin' in the ghost, that bitch feel like heavenAnd when I'm ridin' 'round, I got the Mac 11Nigga you ain't got no heart, you funny as KevinLil' comedian, my niggas they be speedin' inDippin' bobbin' weavin' and catch me I be leavin' 'emHit him in his head, have his shirt all redAnd mama callin yah phone, her baby boy dead and (He gone!)You ain't here me but you heard what I saidNumber 2 pencil, clip full of leadMuthafuckin'*Beat stops**(Meek Mill): I love that beat right there! That's that one right there!