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