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(feat. French Montana) |
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[Intro: Meek Mill] |
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The world is yours and everything in it |
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You gonna go get it? |
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill] |
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Mama couldn't save me, daddy did so he couldn't raise me |
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I'm still tripping off them hoes that played me |
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Same *****es fronting on me when I had my baby |
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It's crazy, and *****s say they made me |
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Taking credit from my mama, *******t amaze me |
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How *****s talking down when I'm not around |
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But every time I'm in the building, schhh, not a sound |
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I line my haters up and clap them down |
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That choppa have ***** dancing like he Bobby Brown |
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I'm well-respected in my city, even out of town |
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And don't ever tuck my chain |
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*****, how that sound? How that look? |
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We don't live by the book, we just live by the code |
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A lot of *****s got exposed when feds came through |
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They was dropping names too |
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*****s say I changed up but I'm with the same crew |
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I was always told to get the money and remain you |
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Never let these ******* *****s tell you what you can't do |
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Every time they said that I left, that was when I came through |
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Range new, .38 special when the flame blew |
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Just in case I gotta flame you |
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What a feeling when them people tryna frame you |
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Lock you in a cell when detain you |
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Rather die before I go out working like I'm Django |
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I'm gone... |
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[Hook: French Montana] |
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*****s want me dead everyday that I wake up |
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***** what they talking 'bout, ***** I'm talking paper |
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And here's another one, here's another one |
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Streets is watching |
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A new *****, new car |
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Her ass up, I go hard |
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And here's another one, here's another one |
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Streets is watching |
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill] |
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If I ***** her, I'm brainless |
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She ***** me, she might get famous |
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She might get a chance to ride jet and drive Ranges |
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Money'll have your closest friends turning into strangers |
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That's dangerous, *****s shoot and they'll aim at us |
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Shooting in the sky, you tryna hit the angels up |
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*****s tripping like I'm dipping off angel dust |
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And all these cubans 'round me neck getting tangled up |
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I only ***** with bad *****es that be trained to ***** |
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Five *****s, ten *****es running train on us |
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Looking at these rap *****s they all lame as ***** |
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Mini skirts, skinny jeans with the strangest cuts |
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I stick to the script, switch like stick on the *******ft |
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Early mornings in the kitchen like I'm whippin' the grits |
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*****, I could score your ***** with a flick of the wrist |
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Swear that Audemar flash light like I'm flicking a pic |
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[Hook] |
