作词 : Meek Mill/Chauncey Hollis Jr.
 作曲 : Chauncey Hollis Jr./Meek Mill
 制作人 : Hit Boy
 音频工程师 : Alex Estevez/Lou Carrao/Steven Xia
 混音师 : Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
 录音工程师 : Anthony Cruz
 母带工程师 : Colin Leonard
 人声 : Meek Mill
 I gotta place my rearview when I pull in the parking spot
 'Cause where I'm from all the young *****s die in the parking lot
 Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us
 You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha
 Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me
 I told my momma I won't leave her lonely
 Too much drama, get these demons off me
 We still at war, I got that thing in arm reach
 **** what happened
 That's what my momma told me when they caught me with a ratchet
 Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket
 I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping, whoa
 I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth
 I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe
 I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you
 Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through
 Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real *****s
 They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket
 When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it
 As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
 I did some things that I had to regret
 I seen some things I could never forget
 The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
 I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
 Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
 How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
 'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
 Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face
 Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate
 Live by the sword, die by the sword way
 Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway
 Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood
 Momma won't see her son again, we call that blind love
 I can't trust these *****s, they'll get you lined up
 Tried to rob me, he got smoked for a Rollie, his time's up
 You gon' be a killer or a homicide
 Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry
 Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot
 Only God can judge me when I clutch and let that chopper rock (Brrr)
 Feel this shit
 I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit
 They say if he rich as ****, why he movin' so militant
 'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit'
 As I walk through the valley of the shadows of death
 I did some things that I had to regret
 I seen some things I could never forget
 The reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, oh Lord
 I just wanna ball a hunnid summers
 Seen too many of my dogs goin' under
 How I made it out alive, sometimes I wonder
 'Cause we been goin' to war since Contra
 Oh, yeah yeah